It’s been 24 days since my last post, but I thought it’s only been, like, two weeks. So maybe we’ll go with that? Let’s talk about My Carona.
Many thoughts have come and go in the past more than three weeks. Many involved the ordering of things, the putting away of things ordered, the thinking ahead to meat and chicken shortages and ordering those weeks ago, and finding places that deliver fruit (Edible Arrangements — just fruit, not a fruity “floral” arrangement). See, what happened was I decided a month ago that I wasn’t going to the grocery store the third week of April as previously planned — not enough curve-flattening for me at that point. (You may remember I’m in close contact with a person in the high-risk groups, hence all the ordering and deliveries and infrequent store trips.) Last week, I finally got a grocery store delivery time slot after weeks of trying so that helped.
The fruit delivery included veggies, too. I skinned, sliced, and BLANCHED the carrots before freezing them for future use. Look at me, blanchin’ things! The meal deliveries from Martha & Marley Spoon unleashed my inner chef and now I google how to do things like blanch! I’ve eaten better in the past two months than in years, so on that front, thanks, Carona. Also, I put the bulb of my last scallion in water and am growing a whole new one! Why didn’t anyone tell me? I tell ya, it’s pistachios all over again.
Earlier this week, I donned a mask and ventured into the grocery store myself for the first time in five weeks. I went late so there were few people there, but it’s still a weird experience, made even moreso by the fact that I’m apparently allergic to some material in my disposable mask. Sneezing, runny and stuffy nose alternated, then went away after about two days.
I’m contemplating the right verbiage for putting Pandemic Preparer on my resume as I’m ridiculously organized, found just about everything I wanted or needed online (required things, no extraneous purchases), and my pantry is a divine image, mostly of cans, Andy Warhol-tribute style. AND I’m persistent — after weeks of no toilet paper anywhere on earth, I’ve found online in the past two weeks enough for now and some for the next lockdown — not a hoard-y level, but enough to get by in case the hoarders appear again.
I’ve passed time laughing at comedy, *not* reading most of the books I checked out from the library in February, lamenting that fact, taking a course in grant writing, recently starting another course in personal writing with like-minded folks, attending writer events online (I’m Zoom-in’!), watching Indigo Girls perform live a few times. The time spent reading about The Situation, as I call it, has diminished as weeks passed.
On April 25, settled deeply into it is what it is, I watched the Sesame Street gang on a CNN town hall for kids. That’s the day the tears about The Situation finally arrived. Big Bird answered a kid question about people dying from the disease, and he remembered when Mr. Looper (as he called Mr. Hooper) died, and he was sad, then I was sad, for Big Bird then and for the kids now. What a truly awful experience this is, for anyone with an empathetic human heart.
Back to the bright side! In the month I’ve had CBS All Access for free, I didn’t get around to watching Star Trek: Picard. I attempted to cancel, they asked why, I said it costs too much per month, and they gave me another free month. Jean-Luc! I’ll spend time with you this month. I managed to watch quite a few episodes of Beverly Hills, 90210, season 3. That’s the season that starts with Kelly Taylor and Dylan McKay betraying (the oh-so-annoying) Brenda Walsh’s friendship and it ends with DONNA MARTIN GRADUATES! Apparently, during this time of world stress, I longed for a time complicated only by teen love triangles, awkward storytelling, and bad 90s hair — an enjoyable respite from reality.
I visit nature at various places and enjoy the sunshine, usually from inside my car. I walk only if nobody’s around. Masks are mandatory in my state, but, like stop signs, most take that to mean it’s merely a suggestion. I have to be extra careful (see: previously mentioned high risk family member). Anytime I’m outside is visible on the Insta, as the kids say. Taking pictures, another fun way to spend time.
Writing’s on the list of things to do, but I think Muse has been sheltering in place wherever she is. I’m hopeful she’ll come around again soon (as long as she stays six feet apart).
On April 25, after The Big Bird Incident, I went on the YouTube looking for respite. The first video on the page was the one below, a timeless yet totally now post. Hope it makes you smile, too.
May your inside time be whatever you need it to be.
May the world remember the lessons this time can reveal (if people pay attention).
May safety and sense and solidarity reign as this trying time continues.
And may the kid in me always find solace in the hope of rainbow connections.
*The sigh at the end is just so…. perfect.