My Mom is a talented Bridge player. After a two year hiatus, she is going to be able to play the game with her friends once more. Yay!
This inspired me to think about the last couple of years, so I recorded my thoughts here.
It was two years ago yesterday, February 27th, 2020, that I last stepped foot in a grocery store. Canada wasn’t taking the Pandemic seriously in those days, even the Prime Minister’s wife was off to England to a big shindig in early March, where she contracted Covid-19. Many claim we “didn’t know”. A lot of us did know though, and began to take precautions. In early February of 2020 Attila and I began to wear masks, and had to endure public ridicule as a result. I often wonder if the people who openly mocked us, some of them old enough to sport grey hair, ever felt the bite of the Pandemic, but I will never know because they were strangers.
In March of 2020 a family member died of Covid-19 on the Zandaam cruise ship.
Then the lockdown came and Attila was home for a number of weeks, and it was quite a relief that he, and me by proxy, could avoid the virus. The lockdown ended, and as an “essential worker” Attila went back to work in that busy environment, constantly mixing with hundreds of people. It was a worrisome time, and we envied people who could work from home, as they could choose their risk of exposure. There were cases where Attila worked, and workers only found out through employees communicating with each other, “gossip” that was actually first hand news of fellow workers.
Then we lost another family member to Covid-19. He had followed all the safety protocols recommended, attended a “car show” thought to be a safe activity, where he contracted the virus, quickly became very ill, and passed away.
My only outings from February 2020 on, were for medical appointments. The people I dealt with for those appointments were all brusque, officious, and some were downright rude for no reason. My only social contact was negative.
2020 was a year of fear, isolation, adjustments, and social unpleasantness.
It wasn’t until the spring of 2021 that we were able to receive a vaccination that offered some protection from severe illness. It was difficult to get the shot, everywhere I called was booked solid, or had run out of shots. There were waiting lists, we added our names to the lists. I made hundreds of telephone calls to finally get appointments for those first shots.
In 2021 the people I dealt with for medical appointments were gentler, kinder, more patient, the change was striking and welcome. By 2021 Attila and I were comfortable and efficient with the routines we felt prudent to minimize possible exposure to the virus. We found ways to obtain food and other necessities online, without having to enter sticks and bricks stores. We disinfected items that came into the house. Attila worked out a routine to deal with clothing worn at work that might be contaminated by the virus. We developed a routine to let mail sit for a few days before it was handled and opened. We used soap and water to sanitize wherever possible, and used hydrogen peroxide where soap and water weren’t practical to do the job. We washed our hands frequently. We kept our distance socially.
2021 was a kinder, gentler isolation in many ways, and a partial release from fear with the coming of vaccinations. Isolation, however, was tiring.
Christmas 2019 was the last time I had face-to-face contact with a relative or friend, other than Attila.
It has been a long two years, here at Mist Cottage, where I spend the majority of my waking hours in my own company. It will be a big adjustment to enter social spaces again. It isn’t quite time yet for us, in a few months we will see how things are going, assess risk, and maybe, just maybe, go grocery shopping.
Updated on Mon, Feb 28, 12:25 PM
FEELS LIKE -12
Wind 2 S km/h
Humidity 52 %
Visibility 21 km
Sunrise 6:47 AM
Wind gust 3 km/h
Pressure 102.8 kPa
Ceiling 10000 m
Sunset 5:54 PM
“The movies are the only business where you can go out front and applaud yourself.”
1879 – 1935
… and then came the age of selfies!