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1/ As we come to the end of another week without work for most and school for practically all, I'm struck by the lack of grace in our lives right now (my life, anyway)...
2/ I don’t mean religious grace, necessarily – though of course the many Americans who can no longer normally worship have lost that too. I mean all the ways large and small in which the lockdowns have cracked our routines and lives...
3/ I mean eating standing up and canceled baby showers; not being able to visit family members in the hospital and not knowing if the kids will have camp; the constant fights over screen time and the classroom projects that however well-intentioned never quite go anywhere...
4/ I mean not having a date night, not even on an anniversary; not being able to sit down with a beer after the kids go to bed and watch a little baseball; not getting to sing in choir or play poker around a table; not having a concert or two to put on the calendar this summer...
5/ I mean every conversation being about antibodies or contact tracing; every shopping trip being Wal-Mart or the supermarket, no chance to surprise my wife or kids with a present from a local store, yet calling myself lucky that I’m unafraid to go out...
6/ I guess most of all I mean the masks and the fear that seem to have WORSENSED even the data suggest that the risks for most of us are de minimis. We are living in a media-driven panic, and worst of all many of us seem to like doing so, to want these constricted shadow lives...
7/ I tell myself this disruption has to end. Yet it goes on and on. So I stumble along as I wait for the reality of what has and has NOT happened in Japan and Sweden and now Georgia to sink in. It will. I promise. One day, one way or another, we’ll take our lives back.
One day.
One day.
