It was in August 2020 that my Grandfather on my wife's side of the family passed away. He caught Covid19 and died in hospital. I feel pity and loss quite often. I was hoping he would meet his great grandson, Jacob. While Papa José was in hospital, a dock side warehouse full of Ammonia Nitrate exploded in Beirut, Lebanon; the explosion was so powerful that it generated a small earthquake and mushroom cloud. I thought it was a nuke for a short time.
Everything was slow this month because the previous spring we had a lockdown, there is still quarantine measures in place and the rules seem to change every week.
August 2020 was all about Covid19 for me and all the things that come with it. Plexiglass panels, stickers on the floor, face masks, warning signs , hand sanitizers, people being spaced out inside business premises, pure alcohol.
Now I look into autumn and remain optimistic and day dream about my man cave when I am required to be still and wait or when I am trying to sleep.
