Hadn’t thought I’d do this because I felt that there wasn’t anything enriching about my “stay at home” experiences.
I’m one of those that the onset of isolation wasn’t that big a deal. My volunteer work was deliberately chosen so that no one had to count on me (I had a daughter who was expecting her first baby and I needed to be able to come and go without any disruption to anything I agreed to do.), by nature, I am a loner, and despise shopping. Who better could survive isolation?
However, what I’ve discovered from this experience is that we need to work harder at reaching out to others and let people know that it’s important to work together to solve this crisis.
As a parent of two children (and a son-in-law) who are in essential services, I have been forced to become aware of the enormity of the pandemic and how the public’s dismissal of “physical distancing” is making it so much harder to flatten the cases here in Denton. It isn’t just young people that think they can pop into a store and come out uninfected, but even the most vulnerable (neighbor’s 90 year old grandmother) who also think so. With that said, I sincerely hope that those of you who read this will take seriously staying six feet/72 inches (measure it!) apart from each other.
I’m thinking that the word “social” distancing lends a false sense of security. I have been to the grocery story once in the three weeks I’ve been at home. No one was wearing gloves and only about three people had masks on. That didn’t bother me as much as the number of people who continued to invade my 72″ space. From what I could gather, they felt if they didn’t make eye contact or speak to me, we were both safe.
Now, on to what keeps me positive these days. I certainly can’t say, “the weather” since it’s been cloudy and rainy more days that not in the past three weeks, reaching out however I can seems to be doing the trick. I’m seeing (and waving to) neighbors that are working from home whom I’ve never seen before.
I’m in an educational organization that is international but has closed the chapters down to any meetings. Once a week I e-mail the chapter to check in with them and ask them to let me know what/how they’re doing. Because I told a group of five high school friends and my brother about this weekly check-in, they are now sending me funny quips that I can pass along.
One of the ladies that I e-mail took a quilt that my great-aunt had started, my mother finished, and I had in the closet for years and brought it back to life. She was gracious enough to ask me if I wanted it back (it was destined for the landfill). Of course I told her she could keep it., She had put on the back of the quilt the name and birthday of my great aunt and my mother since they both worked on it. It made me feel so connected to my relatives and my friend for doing the hard work to restore this quilt.
The quilt made me think of all the lovely quilts at the Courthouse that we may or may not know the history of. I wanted to share with you guys that, thanks to Anita Inzer, my quilt will forever be identified for anyone who cares to send it to a museum!