I will confess, I have never been a beach person. I don't like the sun. My ancestors are a mixture of Canadian and Irish. My skin remembers whence it came. Gritty sand in my food does not appeal to me, nor do crowds of any description, this year more than ever. It is not unusual for me to have gone an entire summer without a trip to the beach. What is unusual this year is that I find I'm missing the opportunity. Not the beach, you understand, just the opportunity.
I know if I went, there would be people with chairs less than six feet apart and they wouldn't be wearing masks, and that would make me cranky. OK. I'd be a little more than cranky. I'd be just this side of homicidal, because I REALLY want this virus to go away and as long as people continue to pretend it isn't there it won't. Wearing a mask is not fun, admittedly, although it has occurred to me that when the colder weather sets in they might be "cozy", but it's what grown-ups are supposed to do. The complete dismissal of science is getting on my last nerve. Put the damn masks ON, people! THEY SLOW THE VIRUS. Nurses, doctors, cashiers, store employees ALL wear them for hours and hours. Suck it up for a bit, will you? And stop whining about it while you're at it.
I've had to give myself a vacation from writing for a month. There must be other topics besides COVID-19, the totally disgraceful way this country treats minorities, and the equally depressing political scene. But I can't come up with much. I was boring myself.
There are a few perks to working from home. First, I've got a job and health insurance, so I won't complain about that. Sleeping late is nice. So is not having to dress up or put on a bra. And Himself is still wonderful company. We eat well and sensibly. I've dropped 6 pounds since March without really trying. Not going out to eat is saving us money. None of this, of course, is enough, in spite of my being painfully aware of how much worse off most people are.
There is some sort of spiritual hunger going on. I feel as though I am supposed to be growing as a person through all of this, and for all I know, maybe I am. I have more time to pray, but I too often spend that time playing video games on my telephone, Wordscapes being the current favorite. I am teaching myself Italian via DuoLingo. But I can't help feeling that what I'm supposed to be doing is discovering what is actually important in my life. I should be clearing out clutter, both spiritual and physical. My office has announced that we won't be back on site until at least New Year's, and likely not then. There is plenty to keep me busily employed meanwhile, but the social interaction is sorely missed, and "Go To Meeting" and "Zoom" calls don't begin to scratch the itch. So I was wondering, how are you all doing out there? Am I the only one who feels as though she's accidentally landed on the moon?
Stay vigilant. Believe science. Wear your mask. Avoid crowds. Wash your hands. And most importantly, stay sane and don't give up hope. We can learn from this somehow. I'm just still trying to work out how.
I know if I went, there would be people with chairs less than six feet apart and they wouldn't be wearing masks, and that would make me cranky. OK. I'd be a little more than cranky. I'd be just this side of homicidal, because I REALLY want this virus to go away and as long as people continue to pretend it isn't there it won't. Wearing a mask is not fun, admittedly, although it has occurred to me that when the colder weather sets in they might be "cozy", but it's what grown-ups are supposed to do. The complete dismissal of science is getting on my last nerve. Put the damn masks ON, people! THEY SLOW THE VIRUS. Nurses, doctors, cashiers, store employees ALL wear them for hours and hours. Suck it up for a bit, will you? And stop whining about it while you're at it.
I've had to give myself a vacation from writing for a month. There must be other topics besides COVID-19, the totally disgraceful way this country treats minorities, and the equally depressing political scene. But I can't come up with much. I was boring myself.
There are a few perks to working from home. First, I've got a job and health insurance, so I won't complain about that. Sleeping late is nice. So is not having to dress up or put on a bra. And Himself is still wonderful company. We eat well and sensibly. I've dropped 6 pounds since March without really trying. Not going out to eat is saving us money. None of this, of course, is enough, in spite of my being painfully aware of how much worse off most people are.
There is some sort of spiritual hunger going on. I feel as though I am supposed to be growing as a person through all of this, and for all I know, maybe I am. I have more time to pray, but I too often spend that time playing video games on my telephone, Wordscapes being the current favorite. I am teaching myself Italian via DuoLingo. But I can't help feeling that what I'm supposed to be doing is discovering what is actually important in my life. I should be clearing out clutter, both spiritual and physical. My office has announced that we won't be back on site until at least New Year's, and likely not then. There is plenty to keep me busily employed meanwhile, but the social interaction is sorely missed, and "Go To Meeting" and "Zoom" calls don't begin to scratch the itch. So I was wondering, how are you all doing out there? Am I the only one who feels as though she's accidentally landed on the moon?
Stay vigilant. Believe science. Wear your mask. Avoid crowds. Wash your hands. And most importantly, stay sane and don't give up hope. We can learn from this somehow. I'm just still trying to work out how.
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