The Slog

Virus numbers exploding, just as predicted for the fall: from November 25 – 27, cases went from 12 million to 13 million.

There was a certain point at the beginning of the pandemic where it seemed like a challenge to rise to, make something creative out of, see the positive in. Now, going on a year, it is just a slog. Zoom is old. We’re running out of TV series worth watching, we’re searching for new books, we want to see our kids!

Thanksgiving was nice but just the two of us. We had plans for my sister and her partner to come, and then to go to my son’s in Lorton, VA, but the higher the number of cases climbed, the less any of that seemed like a good idea. So it was us and the turkey. Christmas is looking like a Charlie Brown version as well. Our son and his wife have tickets to fly from Montana, and no one wants to say it isn’t going to happen, but it looks unlikely. One daughter will hopefully be here. Yesterday I plugged in our Christmas lights on the railing of our deck. Only half of the string lit up.

I’m not feeling super down, just saying. It is getting long and I’m tired of it. I know — the end is on the horizon. Like Biden’s inauguration, though, the gap between now and then seems endless.

The day before Thanksgiving, our daughter called in tears. One of her two roommates in NYC had tested positive. All Rachel’s carefully curated plans for the holiday with a friend were down the drain. The virus has been especially tough for her because of her close living quarters, the restrictions in the city, and her office now being her bedroom. Everyone in the family was worried about her, so we decided to do a surprise a day for her 10 days of quarantine. The first day was a Venmo of money to order food, the second day a delivery of her favorite bagels and cream cheese, the third day pizza for the apartment.

I know I shouldn’t complain. We have been blessed in so many ways. Everyone still has jobs and is healthy (Rachel tested negative). I think it’s possible to be thankful and still say this is not fun, and we will be even more thankful when the vaccine arrives.

1 comment

  1. Indeed, you said it well. We long to see people in the flesh rather than on a screen. Real meetings happen occasionally on the street or with a select few people, who have become more precious. but it is especially hard to be distanced from family at this time of year. We were fortunate enough to at least be with my sister and a few of her widowed friends at Thanksgiving–with some social distancing and I wore a mask when not eating or drinking. I knew all of those people usually stay close to home and do not even see their families.


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