I texted to her, (Juliet, Juliet,!!!) She came to her porch and found me sitting there with gin and tonic in hand on a camping chair just outside her second story balcony. My dad put a rope on a bucket and they lowered it. It contained ‘happy hour’ snacks. We talked for an hour. I really felt like we had connected. My mom thanked me over and over and took pictures of me on ground-level in my little chair to send to her sister. We have to do what we have to do. Now, I send their prescriptions, an occasional loaf of bread, and even a takeout pizza (I had to bungee cord that one onto the bucket). It’s silly and fun and it’s a way to connect. Stay safe out there.