It’s May 25th, 2020, and we’re still at this “thing”. We, (the world) are so strong, we boast and pat ourselves on the back about the great advances we make, talk about impenetrability, “we’ve beaten the enemy,” “never again”….and we are laid low by a single invisible virus. Amazing, isn’t it? Humbling, isn’t it?
Each of us has a personal pandemic story, and the end is not written yet. Who, in March thought we’d be here, at the end of May, still at home, and the end of the story looking more muddled than ever.
For me, I personally know only one person who has had symptomatic COVID, and she recovered, thank God. My workplace closed their doors, and I am furloughed. My story is about learning to be content with limited social interaction, and instead of jumping into the fray, accepting that my most helpful job is to….stay home! Sigh.
So here are a few random observations about the pandemic and its effect on our lives.
Hair. You’ve got to be kidding me! Now I’ve always thought that it would be interesting to see what my hair would be like long-er. Well, this has been my involuntary chance to try. I now sport a completely different look. I had to buy clips and combs to keep it under control! The jury is still out as to whether I like it or not – but I’ve got plenty of time, evidently, before I need to make that decision! People are going gray, or shaving their heads, or letting their kids cut their hair. Now have you tried to cut your bangs looking in the mirror? How do those scissors go?
Misses. I missed the birth of my grandson, Jack. We all assumed I would be there. It was a shock to my heart when we realized there was no way I could be there.
Thankfully he arrived nicely without my assistance!! Thankfully a family friend, Kristen, was there to take care of Andrew at home. We will be forever grateful for her help.
I miss my beach. I miss my cube-mates at work, and the shift into a higher gear of mind, body and spirit when I walk into the office to add my piece to the collective mission of the agency. We miss breakfast at the Kopper Kettle, popping downtown to pick up some item and planning our next adventure or event.
Little Things Become Big. For those of us who don’t have school, children or jobs while this is happening, time is elongated. I’ve noticed that there is a new slower rhythm to my days. It took awhile to settle into it, but it’s not all bad! There are no big events on my calendar. Big things now are a Zoom call with my friends, a tele-health call with my doctor (man, we were efficient!), and grocery shopping – oh my word, there’s a whole “thing” with grocery shopping.
For the first part of this, my husband took on the duties that required actually being in proximity with people. I began to long for sightings of people, or places that were part of our previously normal life. So I went with him – going to the dump? – wait for me! Going grocery shopping? – we parked the car so I had the best view of the comings and goings in the parking lot! I sat, perfectly happy, watching the types of masks people wore, if any, how the store directed people traffic in and out, and if carts coming out had toilet paper on board.
The Sun. I can almost understand sun worshippers! Never has this ball of light had such a major impact on my life. If it’s there, life is good, and I am filled with optimism and the ability to laugh at our predicament. If it’s missing, my outlook can look as gray as the sky. On gray days I work to schedule my day more exactly, to give a sense of accomplishment when checking off items on my list. Other times, I don’t do so well, and just plain long for the next peep of it.
Outdoors. Expand the love of the sun to the bigger outdoors. People commented early on – “Aren’t we glad we are heading into spring and summer vs. into winter?” Oh so true. The outdoors has become our release and the bright spot of our lives. Watching for the green to arrive, watching the birds return and seeing what survived the winter in our gardens.
I can’t walk the beach, but I can still find places to see the ocean. We have a robin’s nest under our deck and a phoebe’s nest inside a stored kayak.
Ageism. I’m still watching this. Interestingly enough, the country and world for years has heralded the increase in life expectancy. Look what science has done! Isn’t it wonderful that people can live longer lives? Until something like this happens. We are now a liability, and frankly, at times it seems, expendable. Will it be the elderly vs. the economy? Individual freedoms vs. the responsibility to care about others? Truly, what happened to the Golden Rule?
However. We hear the lurid stories of division and self-centeredness, until you begin to shake a little in your boots. Then you see and remember the other stories – one of my favorites was the little girl and her grandpa who lived across the street, meeting each evening on opposite sides of the street for a dance party. I love balcony operas…or pots and pans salutes, people making masks for others, the Wisconsin farmer who sent his single N95 mask to Governor Cuomo.
The Future. As our worlds open up, it’s clear that we are each going to have to take responsibility for our own opening up schedule. We will have to carefully consider our state or local schedule and weigh risks and responsibilities for ourselves. Just because the hair salons are open, should I be going to them? We have a responsibility to care for ourselves, so that others don’t have to. We have a responsibility to think outside our own bubble of self-centeredness and consider our impact on the rest of society.
I bet this will be different for every older person. Whether we like it or not, we are the cohort that is most at risk. It’s a bit unsettling. We’re tough, we will help – we always have. Now we have to admit that we have a certain vulnerability and it’s our responsibility to help by protecting ourselves.
Here’s one thing – our new experiences in life aren’t over yet, it seems. If anyone thought we’d be sitting on the porch in our rocking chairs for the rest of our lives, “enjoying” our retirement…well, how wrong that thought was. If nothing else, we’re making masks, learning to Zoom or Skype, make sourdough bread, plan virtual parties and learning to accurately visualize six feet of social distancing!
To the future!