A song about being old during a pandemic

By Sharon Montgomery

(tine: My Favourite Things)

Oh to be aging with Covid nineteen,  So many challenges often unseen,

Wearing a mask when you’re leaving the house!  I think it’s easier just to de-louse!

Then we could spray and be spared from the mask,

Why keep complaining? the younger folk ask,

You can stay home while you’re feeling frenetic,

Aren’t you just griping about this pandemic?

I wear hearing aids!  And my glasses fog.

Yes, it makes me mad. 

I know for some others it’s easy as pie.

But sometimes I want to cry!

Pulling the mask strings right over my ears

Tangles the aids that assist me to hear.

As I keep breathing while wearing the mask

Warm air escapes and it clouds up the glass.

I sewed four much longer ties at the corners.

But tying them tightly just makes me forlorner.

My hair is longer than it was before,

So the knots mess up my hair, that’s for sure!

So I stay home!  I don’t mind it.  I can phone a friend. 

We visit and chortle and maybe complain,

Until we can wait again! 

So many factors of aging are showing,

Arthritic knees need a cane to keep going.

 Sometimes I hobble when leaving the car,

I move quite slowly, and I don’t go far!

My doctor tells me I’m really quite healthy.

I would be happier if I were wealthy.

Pensions are welcome; they help me to live,

And some day callers won’t ask me to give!

I can stay home.  I don’t mind it.

I can read a book.

Sure I am eighty but I’m also wise

And Covid nineteen’s no prize!


Today I attended a lecture presented by the Pari Institute, where Remo Roth describes theories about synchronicity. Very interesting! He affirmed my journey, and provided an explanation which has been difficult for me to understand previously. I have had so many instances of synchronicity in my life that I cannot deny its power and providence. Despite initial difficulties on accessing a zoom link, I persevered and contacted the Pari Center, receiving help and a link to attend the meeting. It appears that when I registered for this in January, it didn’t go through and the organization had no record of my attending. I shall continue to attend these lectures, as I learn a lot. For once I didn’t give up. I persevered.

Motivation To Write

This morning on The Morning Show (Global) I saw and heard a speaker talk about mental health in 2021. He had a few steps for living in ambiguous times like now. He talked about making plans, structuring your day into doable activities, and (most important to me) pursuing a hobby or passion. I realize that my initiation of a zoom talk-group is my pursuit of a passion. I joined yourtango.com last week, as it is an online publishing company (?) that seeks authors who will submit articles to their newsletter. It cost enough that it convinced me to take my writing more seriously, and to write in a more disciplined manner. Of course I have known for years that is my problem I easily give up and I don’t persevere. I make excuses for myself: I’m too old. I’m too tired. No one cares to read my thoughts anyway. Why bother? Why not just relax and read another book? Then I realized I need to update my websites, and post more regularly to them. I have learned a lot during this solitary time. My partner and I are both learning how to navigate during our senior years. I read books, and wish I had been writing blogs about each one. At least I could be promoting other writers, if not myself. Will this blog even appear on my website? It is a new format to posting.

This is the sixth month of self-isolation, and I am sure missing my former life.  Me and millions of other people, I’m certain.  There is no vaccine in sight, and I hear various opinions from friends who may or may not visit with me in person.  Outside in my back yard, that is.  Not in the house.  My bubble is small.  We did have two friends over for dinner on Saturday.  It was windy and noisy outside, so we ended up at the indoor table.  At least we were able to have a more spontaneous conversation!  No one knows when this will end, so I just have to accept the restrictions. I will try to remember to wear a mask whenever I go out.  I am better at hand-washing and keeping my distance.  Thank goodness I can still talk on the phone!

Now … we have to become like  trees.

We cannot wander freely.

We need to stay on our own property.

We can receive from the sun, the rain,

The air, and the wind.

We nurture ourselves through the root.

We have to grow deeply … to learn what is true for us.

Time to stop doing.  Time to start feeling.

Grow deep.

With the need to self-isolate I have lots of time to read.  I have read about 20 books the last few months, and haven’t recorded them here.  But my latest book was a good read.  ‘Casual Vacancy’ by J.K. Rowling produced many different reactions as I read it.  It is emotional, and triggered my sense of politics and local meetings and activism and so many of my values…. it took me halfway through to just see the humour and enjoy it.  Definitely worth a read, and it reminded me what a good writer she is.  It’s not Harry Potter, for sure, but it looks at small towns in England with a universal eye.  Check it out!

Gratitude is greater than greed.

I have learned from Andrea that taking chemo has strong immediate reactions but good consequences.  Her last chemotherapy session was 10 days ago.  When I told her I thought it must be very hard for her, she said, “Oh no.  I’m grateful for it.”

Something like enforced self-isolation, it is short term pain.for long-term gain.

Pain: for not being able to  hug my partner.

Pain: for not being able to chat to a friend over coffee in a cozy cafe.

Gratitude for my partner.

Gratitude for my friend’s voice and words as I sit in my rocking chair with a cup of coffee beside me.  We laugh together!

Gratitude for a walk at my neighbourhood park,

Gratitude for living here, in my home and my city and my country. I am safe.

Gratitude for my life.

I have tried to access this page with several different names, so I can include a link to interested people who have responded to my email on “my opinions”.  A few people have said they don’t do Twitter, other people have said they will phone me, and few want a link.  So my Twitter page will have mostly philosophical, spiritual, or political posts.  This page will have more personal posts, and is more likely to have photos and shares.   I hope this works!

I am so sad to learn that Paul Dewar has died.  What a remarkable man!  I have followed his career for years.  As I read Rick Mercer’s book ‘The Final Report’ I thought about Paul Dewar, and how he did not fit Rick’s frequently expressed views about politicians.  Paul was consistent in his beliefs, and in sharing his wisdom and optimism.  We are a sadder country without him.


At the writing course this morning, our homework assignment was to write about a mystical experience, a dream, or personal vision.  My back went up and I realized I did not want to do that.  Understanding why took a few minutes, but it mostly ended up as “It’s nobody else’s business.  That experience was for ME, not others, and I don’t want to cheapen it by writing it down. ” Of course I did write the experience down within 24 hours of an occurrence.  Somewhere in my old journals are the accounts of what happened.  I have told a few trusted friends about a mystical experience, but I have no intention of sharing mine with a group of  people I don’t know well.

Then I remember reading a book by Theresa of Avila.  I was fascinated by her accounts of mystical experiences.  If she hadn’t written about them, no one would know about them.  Mysticism, forgiveness, and dreams would remain as seen as “woo-woo”, earning skepticism and judgement from most people in society.

Perhaps I will do the homework.  I don’t have to share the writing with the group/