I stopped short of titling this post “The First One Hundred Days.” Like the rest of the country -- and indeed the world -- I am hoping that there is not another 100 days like the last hundred; an unprecedented (do you hate that word yet?) period marked by the rampant spread of the novel coronavirus, conflicting “expert” advice and the knowledge that numbers are not static but can be manipulated in startling ways.
I have been self-isolating
for 100 days. It is a milestone. But, unlike birthdays and anniversaries,
Hallmark does not (yet) have a card to pluck from the rack at the local store
to commemorate the occasion. There are no pictures of ringing bells, mortarboard
hats tossed into the air, explosions of confetti or flaming candles, the traditional
congratulatory markers of achievement or longevity.
The early days of the isolation
were characterized by napping, reading and the sorting out of all those weird
little drawers, closets and under-bed spots that had been long neglected. It
was naively satisfying. Just as the
reality of isolating really started to set in, the seasons cooperated and the sorting
gave way to the gardening and the taking in of great, grand gulps of fresh outdoor
Vermont air.
Through each day I watched
the news (channel-surfing endlessly), read countless Facebook posts (some so long
they might qualify as novellas) from friends with wildly disparate views. And I paid attention to my own emotions -- my
joy, my anger, my sadness, my frustration and yes, my gratitude.
These might not quite be what
Hallmark would put on a quarantine-themed card, but what follows below are some
brief, random thoughts and observations from the past 100 days -- to commemorate
and celebrate the milestone!
- Please do not confuse “fear” with “caution.” I do not fear death but I am not going to put myself at unnecessary risk. I would not risk walking to the edge of a precipice where signs clearly indicated DANGER unless I was suicidal.
- I miss social contact but have Zoomed into a new social world. I Zoom church services, Zoom with far-flung relatives and Zoom with family. It helps. (The downside is that I look a lot older in the Zoom grid than I do in my bathroom mirror!)
- Be careful with your words either written or spoken. Regret is a heavy burden and kneejerk remarks can -- and do -- hurt. Express yourself but be careful and thoughtful when you do so.
- I have never paid much attention to age. But I cannot deny that I am in the high-risk group based on my age alone. I have to admit that I am hurt and shocked that we elderly seem to be viewed as no longer useful, that we’re some kind of expendable collateral damage. It makes me angry.
- I am not a one-trick-pony. I do not think you are either. If we have a relationship, it is based on more than whether you wear a mask or not.
- Like most folks, I love a sunny day. But, I have never been a sun-worshipping, beach-going person. I far prefer fishing or canoeing on a Minnesota lake or tubing down the Batten Kill. Now, for the first time, I find myself basking in the sun on my patio, drinking in the healing medicine of vitamin D, utterly quiet. I now understand sun-worshippers.
- I am going out a bit more. Each opportunity is met with “risk assessment.” I remember that from my youth (when the calculus was: “Will the fun of that party be worth the trouble I might get into?”). It makes me chuckle to realize that I have been a risk-assessor my entire life. Nothing new here.
- I had thought of cataloging all the divides but there are now so many things that divide us. You know them already for you post and tweet and film them. We are a culture founded on individual freedoms and that now seems to hamper instead of help the solidification of a common goal based on equality and fairness. We need uniters in politics and I don’t see many. This is frustrating. This is heart-breaking.
- My day starts early. Almost every morning I cry. Not for long but, when I wake up, I mourn for what we have lost, or for the daily complications for which we have had no preparation and over which we have scant control. Then I pray. My mind goes first to Matthew 11:28: “Come unto me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” The burden is in my mind, an effort to understand the chaos of 2020. The tears and prayer have comforted me. I am ready for my cup of coffee. I am ready to face the day with gratitude for my blessing are many and my burdens are relatively few.
Previous posts:
