Can Covid-19 pack it’s bags and go home now? I’ve whizzed through the whole series of Good Omens (and could really use a second season). Now I’ve started on the book. Colin’s lent me his DVD collection of Doctor Who and I’m up to The Library episode now. I’ll be sad when the 10th Doctor is gone. I like the 11th Doctor but the 10th holds a special place in my heart (up in the right ventricle). I’m playing Scrabble on Facebook and a quiz game. I’m also playing a word connect game on my phone. I go for several walks each week and bounce on my mini trampoline for 20 minutes at a time. Plus phone calls to friends and family. Rinse and repeat. It’s a lot but I want to do something new. I want to window shop… go on walks with my Mom… sing karaoke with my friends… have lunch in a little restaurant and try something new. I want Sunday family dinners. I want to get my eyes examined and go back to the gym again.
I’ve made this apartment a home with pictures, word art, and plenty of cats but sometimes it feels more like a cage. There’s so much I want to do. Meanwhile a microscopic virus is hemming us all in. So I wear a strawberry covered cloth mask and slap on hand sanitizer which shows me where every cut is. I follow taped arrows down store aisles and step on the grass to let strangers by on the sidewalk. I talk to my psychiatrist and case manager by phone instead of in person and try to ignore the fact that two buses will get me to my parents’ house. I can’t take those two buses there because social distancing.
And I practice my breathing and listen to music and watch hypnotic animations and go on websites with information that’s supposed to help anxiety and depression and I take my medication. And hopefully someday this will be over. I’m tired of being alone.
Me and my strawberry mask
I lay down on my bed and Angel crept over from the other pillow, purring like a lawn mower. The first thing she did was try to stick her whole nostril, including nearby whiskers, into mine. Then she licked the inside of my left nostril and immediately licked my eyelid. I don’t think cats are good at this whole social distancing thing. That’s okay, I usually don’t want them to be good at it. I love waking up in the middle of the night to find five peacefully snoozing kitties around me. And I love having a cat curl in my lap. The whole nostril thing, not so much.
This social distancing means being social in another way. Online. I belong to a local group that lets people know where to find difficult items. There was a post this morning about Lysol wipes at Canadian Tire and Walmart. Of course I went to Canadian Tire first because it’s Canadian but, nope. I always bought them at Dollarama and they always had tonnes. Their stock can’t keep up with a pandemic. Walmart had both toilet paper and paper towel so I have paper towel now. I have disinfecting spray. That and paper towels will work. I have three senior cats. I need wipes. Love them dearly but they’re not always the cleanest.
So much has changed in the past few weeks. Plexiglass windows are being installed in front of cashiers and tape marks the safe distance to stand in line. No cash allowed either, even if it is washable. And there’s tables with hand sanitizer in the front of stores. People are staying farther apart than usual… usually. There are the people who decided to frolic in the 13C weather at Stanley Park last week, as if there wasn’t a pandemic.
I met the neighbour across the hall shortly after I moved in and we went for a nearby walk. Then the pandemic hit here and we’ve resorted to texting. I had a walking buddy too, the operative word being “had”. We keep in touch via Facebook messenger. It’s hard to keep 2m away from someone and walk with them at the same time. Sidewalks are not that wide.
My building is in lockdown. No visitors or guests and the superintendent is disinfecting five times a day. All the social rooms are closed too.
I want to see my parents. They left for the United States in February right after I moved in; I was still unpacking. They came home on March 10th and went right into social isolation. Then my Dad got tested for covid-19 (thankfully the results were negative). I want to make them a batch of curry and have them see my new place. I want to sit down and have a chat with them. And it hurts that I have no idea when I can. The virus hasn’t even peaked yet.
And it’s time to call my Mom then curl up and read my book… and we move one day closer to the end of this mess. Hopefully it’ll be soon.