I did get to spend Christmas with my family, though it was a close shave. My youngest (4 y.o.) had direct contact with a Covid case, so the entire family got tested in order that I could join them on Christmas day. The day after Christmas, this same 4 year was exposed when playing with a neighbor at her house. My neighbor just tested positive. I'm now wearing my KN95 when I go grocery shopping. I feel like wearing a hazmat suit, but I know this is over the top.
Looking at a map of high infection, it is the entire country. Colorado has the highest number of cases it has ever had, even during the worst of the last wave. I did venture to the grocery store yesterday, and the woman ahead of me in the check out line didn't have a mask on. I don't remark on this at all in her presence. Why bother?
She was blathering on to the clerk that she wouldn't shop at her regular store anymore because they are constantly announcing that people can get their covid shot at their pharmacy. "I don't need to be told what to do!" When I got to the clerk he said, "Yeah, I think if you tell people to do something, they won't want to do it." I replied, "Well, yes, if you're an adolescent." He nodded. I'm just so tired of the debate.
I'm pretty much tired of everything. How long must we endure this pandemic? The days go by in a predictable way: meal prep, laundry, housework. Reading and sleeping provide relief, as does movie watching. I'm reading Michael Nesmith's "Infinite Tuesday," an autobiographical riff. Quite enjoyable and lighthearted. He lived in my old stomping grounds on the Monterey Peninsula, and the personal stories people related of him were all very complementary.
One of the things that keeps me going is my contact with friends. I always feel better after a phone call or zoom. We're all in the same space; we're all enduring this together. Some are not being as cautious as I am, but I have underlying conditions which keep me vigilant. So it goes. We all must do what we feel is prudent. I gape in amazement as some friends travel internationally. It's the airports that worry me the most. All that humanity crushed together, tempers running high, and bad behavior by many. A friend just returned from a trip and guy next to her on the plane had to be told twice to put his mask on. He was belligerent and invaded her seat and leg space many times, going so far as to jab her in the ribs. She took it much better I would have. She said he was just oozing hostility and she didn't want to engage and aggravate him any more. She was reading a Thich Nhat Hanh book, keeping her on the right path in those harrowing hours. Christ.
I hope you are finding ways of coping in these wacky bizzaro times. Send along any helpful lessons you have learned.
Happy New Year.