Sunday, February 28, 2021

Time Marches On

Things that became very unavailable very, very quickly a year ago:

Hand sanitizer

Rubbing alcohol

Aloe gel

Soap

Toilet paper

Paper towels

Facial tissue

Bidets

Masks

Gloves

Lysol

Pinesol

All the -sols

Bleach

Potatoes

Chicken

Pasta

Pasta sauce

Flour

Milk

Powdered milk

Soy milk

Almond milk

Coconut milk

Cashew milk

ALL. THE. MILK.

Beef

Soup

Broth

Acetaminophen

Thermometers

Decongestants

Vitamin C

Sugar

Ammunition

Handguns

Canned vegetables

Canned fruit

Canned meat

Pulse oximeters

Common sense

Compassion

Patience

Sanity

I was chuckling at people voicing their anxiety over entering March again until tonight, when I began compiling that (incomplete) list.

Last March was A.W.F.U.L.

April, May, June ...

I remember being scared & very, very drunk to try to escape it.

Police were guarding/blocking grocery stores and people were fighting store clerks. People tweeted about washing their produce in bleach, and I told myself they were crazy while I simultaneously wondered whether I should give that apple a little bleachy rub-down. 

I found YouTube channels broadcasting anything soothing — hours-long scenes of bison grazing in Yellowstone. Jellyfish undulating in the ocean. Rivers coursing their way through the Olympics. Cozy, computer-generated cafe scenes with hours of jazz music.

Anything to escape.

I listened to friends experiencing mental crises.

I stayed away from my parents for MONTHS out of fear that my nearness would kill them. 

I cried in my car. The park. My apartment. My office bathroom. My parents' backyard. The empty grocery store aisles.

I peed in a clump of bushes because the park bathrooms were locked. I peed behind roadside rocky outcrops because rest areas were closed. I peed in a lot of strange, breezy places last year.

I never want to feel that fear and uncertainty again. 

I would do a lot to never feel that again.

Time has obviously helped.

We know so much more than we did.

WE HAD VACCINES LESS THAN A YEAR LATER AND I GOT MY FIRST ROUND LAST WEEK!

I was fortunate to stay employed and working.

I found some peace in:

Talking to doctors and scientists

Taking a break from alcohol

Establishing a mostly-regular bedtime

Taking vitamins at regular times

Talking to friends. A lot of friends. Very frankly and honestly about how I feel

Listening to friends doing the same

Hugging my dog

Listening to my favorite music and discovering *new* favorite music. Life is too short to pretend to like anything else

Being honest with myself and with God when I'm angry and out of line

Taking road trips just to see something that wasn't my angry town. Lucy and I spent a lot of time alone in the mountains. 

I know I learned a lot about myself through this mess, but those are lessons I'd have preferred to learn more gently.

I'm just glad I was *finally* able to cook up all the the Pandemic Panic Chicken. 

That was nuts. 🙄

March 2021: Let's not do that again. 

Monday, July 27, 2020

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Sunday, July 22, 2018

The Coast and I

It's been nearly five years since I left the West Coast.
Last week — after quite more than enough of a wait, thank you very much — I went back.
I cried when my plane came into view of my river and my volcanoes.
I cried when I left.
With the tires of a gorgeous rental car, I caressed as much of My Coast as I could, meeting new portions along the way. From the Salish Sea to Thor's Well, from Seattle and Portland westward ...
I'm very much Second Homesick.