Katrin Silva writes eloquently about quarantine fatigue here. For me, though, it’s all about quarantine absurdities, like this ridiculous meme a friend sent me. Sometimes I feel punch drunk from the pandemic. It beats mild panic, which hits me, too.
I think about death and how dying alone in a hospital is probably the WORST way to go. Thoughts on death were prompted by seeing a dog riding unconstrained on the back of a Harley. Really dumb to ask a dog to do that, if you ask me. But would its death be more horrible than, say, dying alone in a hospital?
Folks in southwest Colorado are getting antsy. Any unity (“Together, we’ll get through it” etc. etc.) is fraying. One’s political affiliation is worn, not on the sleeve, but on the mask. Or, rather, in one’s decision of whether or not to wear a mask, er, badge. From my unscientific polling, the left of center and pro-government types wear masks religiously (even when alone in a car, a behavior I find amusing). Those right of center and anti-government types have shed the masks long ago (if they ever wore them) and complain vocally about the pandemic being a hoax and what’s wrong with sick people dying anyway? They had it coming.
While I’m a dedicated agnostic, I miss regular mass at my church, St. Rita’s of Cascia. The bells ring at noon each day, which is nice but and makes me miss it even more.
Should I channel the strategic, nearly immobile patience of a spider? Are spiders Buddhist?
No, this tactic is not for me. Staying sane means being mobile, in mind and body. It’s my essential work. I dig this article by Trail Sisters on Supporting Your Health during the pandemic.
Like so many other horse owners, I’m fortunate to live rurally and have options for ‘getting out.’ I am not limited to essential errands, nor must I stay within 200 yards of home. For Mother’s Day, I took a fellow mom riding: two horses, two dogs, two gals on a warm, breezy, blissful morning. We stopped to let the horses graze and watch the dogs roll in the moist, vibrantly green grass.
Running, riding, hiking, yard work, and horse work have all kept me relatively buoyant. Spring is an intense time for plants and animals. Have you noticed? Everything’s busy and busting out with new life or the prospect of new life. In one morning’s course, I watched a magpie carry nest-building material, paused to see a coyote mousing and a tom turkey puffing up, all blue and red, for the ladies.
The horses are nearly shed out and my chicks are becoming chickens who scamper through the day, searching for bugs and grass. I’d like to think they love their new digs, but do you think they consider it a containment area? A prison? A quarantine zone for eternity??
With my friend, artist Jody Chapel, I produced a pandemic t-shirt. It emphasizes the ruralness of life here and thanks essential workers (on the back). Cow, horse, and fencing make for one big smiley face. The fencing might be hash marks, counting the days, depending on your inclination and interpretation. Let me know if you want one.