MY COVID CLUSTER

It’s been months now, apparently.  Isn’t it funny how time slips away?

The year started out pretty much the same as always. But then there were some news stories about a place in China we had never heard of before having a problem with a new disease. ‘No biggie’ we said, ‘that’s far away’, and life went on.  I ordered my garden seeds, researched where we might go for a winter get-a-way, and booked the carpenters and painter to come re-do my kitchen.

Maybe that’s why this COVID thing managed to sneak up on me; I was busy with my kitchen.  We weren’t totally unaware, one of the carpenters was about to go on a cruise and we wondered if that was a good idea, but since we had decided to stay at home this winter travelling seemed like it was someone else’s problem.

Then came the day that I got a phone call from a very agitated daughter ... Did I know they were closing the schools?  Indefinitely?  Like, OMG, what am I going to do!

No.  I did not know that.  What else had been going on while I was ‘hiding’ my husband’s tea in a new cupboard space, and other such nefarious schemes to liven up our marriage? 

It’s all been downhill since then.  We had Optometrist appointments set for two days after the shut down, but of course they were cancelled.  The longer I sit and play on my iPad during this shutdown the more I realize my glasses aren’t up to snuff anymore. 

Also, that same day my husband had finally agreed to an appointment to see about hearing aids (“YOUR TEA IS IN THE NEXT CUPBOARD TO THE RIGHT, DEAR!”)  I’m left worrying that his acceptance that he might need hearing aids was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence and the opportunity has been snatched away by ‘The Covid’.

But, what it might have confiscated in vision and hearing it has been generous in replacing with other things.  Now that the spring weather is here I find myself needing to shimmy and shake my extra COVID-19 pounds into last summer’s shorts.  It can still be done but it’s not comfortable, and I assume it’s not pretty either.  I was blissfully unaware of the extra roll at my waist - I can’t see it because of the COVID-19 hair in my eyes.  A person should just grin and bear it but my teeth are feeling a bit skuzzy too.  There was supposed to be dental hygienist appointment in there somewhere, as well.

We are moving on to the next stage of pandemic living now.  Saskatchewan was the first province to crack open the door and sniff the wind, so to speak.  We are a changed people though:  back in 2019 a Premiere’s political address wouldn’t have had us all glued to our TV screens, but by the end of April we were dying for what he would say.  He milked it for everything it was worth, too.  First he announced he would be making an announcement, and then made us all ‘tune back in tomorrow’.  He knew he had us hanging on his every word.

We are only taking baby steps, and even that didn’t start right away but it has begun.  Golfers can golf.  Fishermen can go fishing.  We don’t have to do our drug deals on the front steps of the pharmacy anymore.

And, if you want a happy, animated conversation with someone, just ask a woman when she managed to book her hair appointment for.  She will be able to tell you the day, date, and time without looking it up.  For instance, mine is June 4^th at 3:00. 

I can’t wait.