Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 31

I got out for a walk today and that made all the difference in the world. I even had a coffee and a pastry at Macrina. The first one since the lockdown started. More than anything I miss sitting in a coffee shop with A, our laptops out, having a coffee, a bite to eat, and discussing everything and anything for hours. I hope the Seattle coffee shop culture returns. So many small business are folding and it will take time for new ones to take their place. I need to go get a coffee more often and support them so that they can make it.

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 30

Today wasn’t a good day. From the moment I woke up I was super lethargic and just couldn’t get my energy up. I’m seeing a lot of people talking about the good days followed by a bad day. And it’s definitely like that for me. Knowing that others are experiencing this helps.

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 29

It’s been four weeks since I started writing this journal and this Covid talk is starting to get tedious. Time to start looking out to see what else is out there and thinking about different things…but the entire world is focused on this Pandemic. I can’t think of another time in history where for months everyone everywhere is talking, thinking, focusing on only one thing. Other than the world wars. But even then without the global connection that we have now, most days people outside of the front lines just went about their business.

I’m not sure what impact it will have, but the idea that people in pretty much every corner of the world are experiencing the same thing is intriguing. It seems to be bringing individuals closer together as a person in Asia comisserates about staying home with someone in Central Europe and someone in Latin America and someone on an island in the Pacific. And yet the collective “people”, the nations of the world are putting up barriers, becoming more closed in, and showing signs of xenophobia.

Eventually we will come out of this. But we will never be back to “normal”. What do I want the world to look like in a year? What do you want the world to look like? What do you want your life to be like?

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 28

Going to the grocery store today was strange. We like to go to Met Market because they are the best at managing their social distancing plus that’s where R can get his vegan cheese and special Hatch Enchilada Sauce. We wore masks and brought hand sanitizer. While we were in one of the aisles an older man started coughing heavily. I didn’t notice but it unnerved R. That and me not noticing. Then when we were done and heading out the door, another man collapsed on the floor by the registers for some reason. I can’t get that picture of the man on the floor out of my head. Not sure what happened but it would have been rude to stand around and gawk.

To calm myself, I went upstairs and re-organized the storage unit. Sorting and organizing things helps me get readjusted.

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 27

We did it again…got up early and walked in the park. What a difference that makes. My mood is lighter and I’m able to be more productive. The original plan was to walk in the evening after sunset when there would be fewer people out. But there was a man standing on the corner yelling obscenities and I just didn’t want to deal with that. So I went to bed early which also helped in making today a good day.

Next time we are going to walk on Elliot alongside the park because the park was surprisingly full so early in the morning and some of the runners still don’t do a good job of social distancing. People still just don’t get it. The exercising equipment next to the rose garden is covered with a sign that it’s closed due to Covid19. Just as we walked by an older woman was looking at it and commenting how stupid it is that this was closed. No, it’s not stupid. It’s the right thing to do.

I’ve been reading about protests that are happening to re-open states. They are blocking roads and hospitals. Funny how those who are usually so vocal about others protesting, suddenly flip when they feel like they are being mistreated. It’s sad to say but if they go out and get sick and harm themselves I’m past caring. Those of us who know better should just avoid them.

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 26

Wow, I didn’t realize how much of my personality is governed by dopamine rush. I had a shock this morning when I stepped on the scale and for a full ten minutes I was in panic mode at the number that it showed me. But after I got out of the shower and dried off I decided to do a second test and used R’s scale which showed me a more acceptable number, albeit still not a good one. When I went back to my scale I realized that I’ve been using it wrong…that you have to tap it, let it reset it reset itself, and then measure. And suddenly it looked ok. Phew. I think that the cleaning people last Friday must have weighed themselves and when I stepped on it without calibrating, it just showed me the last number.

But about that rush – wow! I feel like myself after that for the first time in weeks. I think I have to find ways to insert a bit of risk and excitement into my day to be the most effective.

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 25

Today I realized how much I need a change of scenery. If I stay in one place too long I start to get less and less effective. My head gets fuzzy and eventually I just want to stare at the TV mindlessly. And oddly I stop wanting to go out. Is that how Hermits get started?

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 24

All day yesterday I kept thinking it was Friday. The days don’t make sense any more. I’m living with this constant anxiety that is always at its worst in the pre dawn hours – and I’m actually a well balanced and resilient person (a ray of positivity). I’m thinking about my friends who are dealing with PTSD, who have experienced major trauma in their lives and how much worse this must be for them.

Right now I’m most worried about what’s to come this summer or fall as world economies disintegrate and supply channels fail. Already meat packers are closing up. Farmers are destroying tons (literally) of eggs, milk, onions and other produce. Sure they will replant. But who will harvest this summer. Will the migrant workers who fill this vital role be able to travel? Will unemployed people from the cities be able to fill in? Do we even have the necessary organization to make that happen? What will happen when the bubble works its way up the supply chain to the consumers? And this fall? What will happen to the food we normally import when the pandemic moves to the crowded cities in the Southern Hemisphere?

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 23

I think that the hardest thing for me right now is seeing everyone well and healthy around me and thinking – why keep doing this? We are ok so why not get back to normal? I know intellectually of course that we can’t, but in my heart it feels very surreal to shelter in place when Seattle is overall getting better. And the rest of the country and the world is feeling the same way. 

But just like any good horror movie has taught us, watch out the first time you think you have slain the monster. As you start to go about your business, it suddenly reanimates and attacks again. 

This is the time to be strong and not give in to temptation no matter how sweet it would be to come together, hug each other, and start to return to connecting once more. I wanted to say return to normal. But what is normal any more? Has this been so long already that normal as we knew it goes out the window? Do we even want our old normal back with materialism, Seattle Freeze, environmental destruction, and climate change nipping at our heels? Could we transform our cities now, while we are in a different mode into models of pedestrian and alternate modes of transit? With more people working remotely and less strain on our roads? With more cooperation and less “stuff”

Dispatches from the Pandemic – Day 22

So Happy Easter. Another day of sheltering at home but with virtual celebrations. We had our weekly Zoom Tea with Mom and the rest of the family. It was nice as we had some relatives from Vienna join us too. And for an hour and a half we laughed, put on silly Easter hats and ears, and came together in celebration of each other.