Sounds of the evening: the perky songs of peepers, the gentle hoots of owls, and an awful screaming sound that is probably fisher cats.
Why you gotta like scream that, fisher cats?
Sounds of the evening: the perky songs of peepers, the gentle hoots of owls, and an awful screaming sound that is probably fisher cats.
Why you gotta like scream that, fisher cats?
Today we heard that Rhode Island schools will be closed for at least two more weeks. My husband doesn’t think the kids will be going back to school at all for this school year. That’s certainly possible. Some colleges have already announced that they will only do remote learning for the remainder of the semester. As for me, I hope the kids will be able to go back, though my pessimistic half laughs at me and calls me a fool for it. If all goes as planned, the kids will begin e-schooling on Monday.
I realize how lucky I am to be able to stay home, to be here for my children, to be able to take time off if I need it, and to be paid as usual. I am not struggling in the same way as others are or soon will be. But I have lost what little contact I had with the outside world and the anchors that kept me in sync with it. I was already feeling too isolated. Now it will be worse. I will have to be mindful of that and make more of an effort to stay in touch with people.
I want to remain positive, but I have a habit of reading too much. I have seen a lot of reports from China and Italy about how bad things got for them, and I am scared. Americans do not like being told what to do, even when it’s for their own good. A lot of them are behaving stupidly and will continue to do so. I worry about our inept and corrupt federal government, that it will continue its poor handling of the situation, and that it will take advantage by expanding its powers. I worry about a lot of things, and I can do nothing but stay home.
But at least I can watch a new episode of Picard, because it’s Thursday. Thank goodness for that. And congratulations to me, because I haven’t lost all track of time yet.
It is now our 5th day of hunkering down. My hubby went to the bank today (he still has a business to run, after all), but excepting his one small outing, we haven’t been around other people for five days. Since COVID-19 has an incubation period of roughly 3-5 days, it ought to be showing itself right about now if we had already brought it home with us before our self-isolation began. I think of this every time I hear the kids cough or sneeze. They probably have allergies or an ordinary cold, but there’s no way to be sure. Even though children’s immune systems generally do a good job of fighting this virus off, I’d rather they avoided it.
I’m not going to worry too much, because there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel sorry, though, for everyone who has to go out in public right now and listen to the coughs and sneezes of strangers. I know I would not like the way that would make me feel, not just worrying about catching the virus and bringing it home with me, but feeling like other people were a threat. That’s not a good way to be, but I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself.
Coronavirus sucks.
Tonight I finally undecorated the Christmas tree and put all the ornaments away. Don’t judge me. It’s been a crappy year. At least I got it done before the spring equinox.
Today is Day 4 for us, though other people started their self-isolation earlier or later, so it might be a different number for them. So far, the isolation hasn’t changed much about our lives. As a full-time teleworker, I’m used to being home. My husband does most of his work from home, too. My kids are technically on vacation right now, and there’s nothing very unusual about that. Still, it feels different.
Today is also, we can all agree, a Tuesday and St. Patrick’s Day. I mention that because I need be mindful of the calendar now. Usually the kids are in school, where even minor holidays like St. Patrick’s day are treated as a big deal, and where it matters which day of the week it is. Their school schedule helps to anchor us in time, and without that anchor, I worry that I will lose track of the days.
Yesterday I went outside and took pictures of spring flowers. This morning I’m looking out the window at a landscape covered in a light blanket of snow. Winter hasn’t quite let go of us yet. That’s fine. The calendar agrees that it is not quite spring. But soon, the plants say. Very soon.
I haven’t decided yet what to call our pandemic-induced time at home.
I like “quarantine” and “lockdown” for their simplicity, but “self-isolation” is probably more accurate. It feels like “exile,” though, and that’s the term I noticed myself using in my thoughts today. But there are other possibilities, if we want to get a little more creative.
What else might we call it?
P.S. Gotta add “Sheltering in place” to the list now that some cities are ordering their citizens to do that.
Since much of the Twitter talk today is in regards to “Marshall Law,” I will tell you about how Marshall Law works, because that’s something I know a lot about.
Under Marshall Law, there is/are…
P.S. Neither martial law nor Marshall Law has actually been declared. Too bad, Marshall!
Today’s Thoughts
Yesterday was the first day since Rhode Island announced that all schools would be closed next week, and that made it feel like the first day of vacation. (It was really more like the first day of quarantine, but we take our happy feelings wherever we can find them). I celebrated by working on something just for fun: designing a cross-stitch pattern for another “calamity” and test-stitching it. Here’s how it turned out.



I had wondered when I started this project if it was totally crazy and a waste of time, but seeing the three designs together makes me feel like I’m making good progress and that it’s going to look awesome when it’s done. I still have a lot of work to do. Toward that end, here are three things that I’ve learned so far and that I should keep in mind for future patterns:
On Twitter today, people are pointing out the Shakespeare wrote “King Lear” while he was quarantined. Apparently we’re supposed to find inspiration in this and each pen our own masterpiece while we isolate ourselves. Does a blog post count? If it does, then I also wrote “King Lear” while in quarantine.
Other random thoughts and reportings:
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