#COVID19 Social Distancing Log Day 03172020:
Mood: Confused
I'm gonna be real, here. Sh!ts getting weird AF. I had to go pick up more powdered donuts and the store I ended up at was out of the weirdest things. In the baking aisle the measuring cups and spoons and other baking doodads and whatsits were sparse. Does quarantine mean we're going back to the prairie days and making our own bread or pasta? Cause, the dried pasta aisle was decimated, too. Now, I understand why people need so much toilet paper. Moreover, the eggs were all gone. Mental note, Vangie, you will not be able to make that frittata you were dreaming about.
Anyhoo, we seem to be all going through our own personal crisis of epic proportions or more like epic dystopian proportions. As a single person I don't have to worry about how I'm going to feed my family, or make sure there's daycare if I'm an essential employee who needs to go to work. Fortunately, my work has me working from home anyways so this self-quarantine situation is no big thang for me.
However, financial and structurally we will not be the same after all of this subsides, who knows when that will be. The smartest people in the world also have no clue what's going to happen. That can be frightening and unsettling for many.
I think of the Fred Roger's saying about in times of crisis look towards the helpers. Well, I think when all is said and done it is the helpers who will make sure we all get through this relatively unharmed. Let's try to collectively do our best to not make their jobs more difficult. Follow all the recommended guidelines for safe distancing and hygiene procedures. #washyohands and all that jazz hands. Don't touch your face after touching stuff when you're out in the wild.
I was very good at wiping down my cart, staying 6 feet away from rando strangers, and doing the self-checkout. Which really isn't anything different from what I normally do. Pandemic life is pretty much my normal. Who knew?
#COVID19 Social Distancing Log Day 03162020:
People who know me think I'm probably an extrovert, but I'm also a GenXer so I'm real cool being in isolation.
I did go to Target to pick up some provisions not toilet paper. I got some #ChezIts and Powdered donuts. I'll be good for a month. My buddy came along to ensure my safety. Being Asian seems to be a great opportunity for people who are racist to be overtly racist. Rochester is safe. Thank you @target employees for doing their thang.
Was gonna go get tested but the line for the Clinic's mobile COVID testing was 60 cars deep. Better safe than sorry.
Chillin. Getting centered. Healing my heart. Thinking. Writing. Singing. Dancing in the kitchen. Do all the things you haven't had the time or energy to do before the state of calamity. Learn to love yourself. Love your life. Love your friends. Love your family. Love your enemies. Reach out virtually. People are getting scared, worried, and anxious. Know that there are folks out their working hard to get us back to homeostasis. Copacetic. Normalcy.
It's rough. Things are really strange and bizarre. I supposed this is the universe telling the collective we need to calm the eff down.
The last drink out at a bar before we went into quarantine was at Charlies Pub with my friend we'll call her M for anonymity's sake. I had only been back from the Philippines a few weeks and still grieving my mother's death. I had also found out that my job was not going to exist anymore as they reshuffled and restructured their staffing. Even if they say that it never ever feels good. Like really!? Is that really why you're letting me go? It actually was a blessing in disguise since I was of course a complete wreck from what I'd been going through for the last five months. Sometimes as the song goes the best thing in life is, "unanswered prayers."
The journey of healing begins with the first step towards acceptance that my life was now completely in the shitter.
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