Happy New Year

Well, this has been one heck of a start to 2022, hasn’t it been Greenfield? Does anyone else feel as though we are finding more and more of our foundations have been built on sand, and the holidays have been moving us towards a shifting under our feet? I think we are in for a challenging couple of months – the uneasy peace and balance we had struck with covid seems to changing the rules in the middle of the game, and once again we are being asked to adapt on the fly. We are building a Ferrari in the midst of a Grand Prix and someone just replaced our lug nuts with Lego. Or, if you’ve been in my house for the last week, you thought you were playing Scrabble, but somehow you’ve ended up acting out “social distancing” in a complex game of Charades…

​As my family snuggled down and hibernated in the cold weather, I took some time to try and declutter our basement (for those who know my basement, you’ll be proud to know I absolutely accomplished at least a third of what I had set out to do….). It’s amazing how much change I can see by decluttering our basement – from the speakers my husband dropped a fortune on in the early 2000’s which will no longer connect to any piece of technology in our house, to the reams and reams of photographic negatives stacked in boxes – all the way to the debate of continuing to fill space with CDs and DVDs in the streaming age. It’s even more pronounced in my mother’s basement – with my Grandmother’s fine China and quilted blankets.

I guess the point of this segue is to comment on how adaptable we are – as a community, as individuals. We’ve got this Greenfield – we will not be cowed by the potential changes to come; we will continue to gather – whether it be in cohorts, in socially distant compliant sidewalk chats, on the phone or on a screen. And let’s be kind and patient with each other as we navigate these roads. Your basement doesn’t have to be completely decluttered before you agree it’s a good idea to store three more Christmas deer down there, you don’t have to change out of your dinosaur footie pajamas for five days (my daughter proved this) when your mother takes you to No Frills, no one is judging how much whipped cream you put on your hot chocolate after shoveling your walks, you can follow your own compass and comfort as we navigate how to stay safe in these new waves.
If all else fails – footie pajamas for everyone!
 
Thank you to everyone who joined us in the cold clear air of New Years Eve - it was a great turn out despite the cold temperatures and another amazing show by Uncle John's Fireworks. As always, I can be reached at [email protected] or you can find me escorting pajama clad children in the baking aisle at No Frills.          

Amanda