I have been Susie Sunshine. I have been the queen of lemonade out of lemons. I have been sewing curtains out of the silver linings of all these clouds. But today I hit the wall. The thought of going to the supermarket to get food is freaking me out. The last two trips were OK. The stores were pretty empty at the hours we went. We found plenty of food that we wanted. We even found toilet paper last time. But I don't want to go on Thursday. Even during Senior Hours. I want to hide in my house and come out sometime around Memorial Day.
But my father-in-law needs food. So I'll go one more time. Maybe it's because it's been two weeks since I've seen my friends or hugged my kid. Maybe it's because Himself lost his job last week, like thousands of other people. Maybe it's because of the number of people who still think Donald Trump is a genius. The whole world feels fragile and I'm about to lose it.
I should be grateful that I have a home to quarantine in. And I am. I am aware of the wonderful people in the supermarkets, in the hospitals, in the gas stations, delivering mail. They are heroes. They are on the front lines. I worry about the homeless, and the people who are jammed into tiny unsafe apartments. I haven't forgotten the children still in cages. I am lucky. But I am having a really tough day today and I am afraid.
I will turn to prayer. I will write some poetry and read some. I will shake this feeling of doom after a good night's sleep, at least for a while. But tonight, just tonight, I am afraid.
But my father-in-law needs food. So I'll go one more time. Maybe it's because it's been two weeks since I've seen my friends or hugged my kid. Maybe it's because Himself lost his job last week, like thousands of other people. Maybe it's because of the number of people who still think Donald Trump is a genius. The whole world feels fragile and I'm about to lose it.
I should be grateful that I have a home to quarantine in. And I am. I am aware of the wonderful people in the supermarkets, in the hospitals, in the gas stations, delivering mail. They are heroes. They are on the front lines. I worry about the homeless, and the people who are jammed into tiny unsafe apartments. I haven't forgotten the children still in cages. I am lucky. But I am having a really tough day today and I am afraid.
I will turn to prayer. I will write some poetry and read some. I will shake this feeling of doom after a good night's sleep, at least for a while. But tonight, just tonight, I am afraid.
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