OK. Not only do I (clever woman that I am) wear a mask each and every time I leave the house no matter where I'm going, even if I have no chance of bumping into anyone, now I'm also wearing a mask all night. After a "sleep test" it was announced by my doctor that I have a "mild sleep apnea" and it was only waking me up about 38 times a night. So we're doing the CPAP thing which is really hard to get used to, unattractive, exceedingly unromantic, and not a little scary. When I get up for the nightly trot down the hall I detach myself from my hose and toddle off. It's fine until I go to wash my hands and am confronted in the mirror with a space alien where my face should be. 2020 continues to dazzle with its Machiavellian sense of humor.
I'll get used to it. We all are getting used to all sorts of things these days. But I'm not loving it. Nor am I loving the wrinkles that have appeared since I've dropped an additional ten pounds since the lockdown started. I know, I know. You're jealous. Don't be. It's largely because I spend my days hunched over my computer like Quasimodo and forget to get up and walk around, much less snack. I'm sure the missing pounds will find me. I will confess, however, that I have never felt old before, and I'm beginning to. It doesn't have much to do with numbers. I think it has more to do with "numbness". This has been a long haul, Peeps, with no real end in sight.
At least there is some hope of things calming down politically on a national level once we admit we have had a valid election. People can start speaking to people with differing opinions again, and maybe even listen when the other person speaks, without drawing a sword or assuming a Kung Fu Battle Stance. We can learn to "play nice" as I used to tell my kids. So that's good. And the weather has been lovely. I like nice weather. The unchanging level of danger from the virus for the immediate future still hangs like an ominous cloud overhead and will for quite a while yet. I am lucky that it has been boring me. So many others don't have the luxury of boredom. They work in danger, they grieve for loved ones, they suffer the effects of the virus itself.
So I'm dealing with it, and have pretty much resigned myself to the idea of Thanksgiving and Christmas for two, and can think about it without getting teary-eyed and hysterical. It just is. I wish it weren't, but there you are.
Meanwhile, in this not entirely self-imposed isolation my thinking is changing about a lot of things. I am grateful for the WhatsApp and Zoom and even "Go To Meeting". It's important to be able to see faces (without masks on them). I'm discovering how few things I need to get by. And how precious friends and family are to me. Even the ones who haven't shared my opinions for a while.
So continue to keep socially distant, wash your hands, and wear your mask. Let's make this stupid virus retreat. I have a Venetian Carnival mask a friend brought back for me from Italy about 40 years ago. Maybe I'll team it up with my mouth and nose covering mask for a little variety. The sequins and feathers will give my neighbors in the supermarket something interesting to talk about besides my Christmas tree (still lit since March). It would certainly liven things up. Or maybe I'll just dust off my cape and go full-out Zorro. Because why not.
Be nice out there. Be a little crazy if it makes you feel better. And take down the barbed wire that's been around your heart and be gentle with everyone you meet. We're at war with COVID, not each other. And everyone has been suffering.
Peace!
I'll get used to it. We all are getting used to all sorts of things these days. But I'm not loving it. Nor am I loving the wrinkles that have appeared since I've dropped an additional ten pounds since the lockdown started. I know, I know. You're jealous. Don't be. It's largely because I spend my days hunched over my computer like Quasimodo and forget to get up and walk around, much less snack. I'm sure the missing pounds will find me. I will confess, however, that I have never felt old before, and I'm beginning to. It doesn't have much to do with numbers. I think it has more to do with "numbness". This has been a long haul, Peeps, with no real end in sight.
At least there is some hope of things calming down politically on a national level once we admit we have had a valid election. People can start speaking to people with differing opinions again, and maybe even listen when the other person speaks, without drawing a sword or assuming a Kung Fu Battle Stance. We can learn to "play nice" as I used to tell my kids. So that's good. And the weather has been lovely. I like nice weather. The unchanging level of danger from the virus for the immediate future still hangs like an ominous cloud overhead and will for quite a while yet. I am lucky that it has been boring me. So many others don't have the luxury of boredom. They work in danger, they grieve for loved ones, they suffer the effects of the virus itself.
So I'm dealing with it, and have pretty much resigned myself to the idea of Thanksgiving and Christmas for two, and can think about it without getting teary-eyed and hysterical. It just is. I wish it weren't, but there you are.
Meanwhile, in this not entirely self-imposed isolation my thinking is changing about a lot of things. I am grateful for the WhatsApp and Zoom and even "Go To Meeting". It's important to be able to see faces (without masks on them). I'm discovering how few things I need to get by. And how precious friends and family are to me. Even the ones who haven't shared my opinions for a while.
So continue to keep socially distant, wash your hands, and wear your mask. Let's make this stupid virus retreat. I have a Venetian Carnival mask a friend brought back for me from Italy about 40 years ago. Maybe I'll team it up with my mouth and nose covering mask for a little variety. The sequins and feathers will give my neighbors in the supermarket something interesting to talk about besides my Christmas tree (still lit since March). It would certainly liven things up. Or maybe I'll just dust off my cape and go full-out Zorro. Because why not.
Be nice out there. Be a little crazy if it makes you feel better. And take down the barbed wire that's been around your heart and be gentle with everyone you meet. We're at war with COVID, not each other. And everyone has been suffering.
Peace!
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