Our area is moving into “normal times” or as close as we can get. Our restrictions are expiring and our infection rate is low. Everything is different though. It won’t be like it was. Some places closed permanently (that’s my gym and many restaurants) and others are different. People have changed. We’ve seen a different side of people that may or may not be to our liking. Conspiracy theorists came out of the woodwork for another round.
Routines were upended and for many there is no hope of seeing them again. Stuff happens and people change. While grateful, I still occasionally mourn “the old days.” I wish I would have treasured them more but I am treasuring my new “now.”
I had to scramble for a new way to exercise; a new way to buy groceries; and a more accessible veterinarian for cats who prefer to get sick on holidays, weekends and during pandemics. I am grateful I didn’t have to struggle with my health.
Trips to the doctor were complicated. On one occasion I was instructed to park in the lot and call in to say I was there. I ended up in a queue for 15 minutes (which made me late for the appointment). I waited in hot cars in 90 degree weather and cold cars when I froze my butt off. Bathrooms were closed and locked which is deadly for anyone with IBS.
We didn’t see friends and relatives. Zoom was the rage at the beginning but we quickly tired of its shortcomings. It wasn’t like being in person. Nothing is.
This week we will see our granddaughters for the first time in two years. They have gone from 13 to 15 years old so the change will be huge. They are most likely taller than me and ready to drive a car. Yikes!
Fingers are crossed that we will have our family reunion this year. After a year of distancing, will we be afraid to hug or touch?
My grandfather died in the flu epidemic of 1918. My mother was about five. I recently found out that “the kids” had it too so maybe she had it. She never talked about it except to say that my grandfather died around Armistice Day (November 11) which signaled the end of the war. All the bells were ringing in celebration. My grandfather kept asking his family to turn them off. That’s all she ever said about it. Sure wish I would have asked her more.
All we can do is embrace the new, mourn the past and be grateful we made it through. Oh yes, and hope there is no resurge when people do stupid things as people do.