Maybe Tomorrow

“How are you doing?”

I hear that question a lot lately, and I’m always grateful. Whether it is directed at me, or another person, I love knowing how much others care.

These past two months have been rough on everyone. I don’t know a single soul who is not yearning to be outdoors, or shopping, or dining out with their friends. The stay-at-home directives have been challenging for us all, and now we’re growing restless, and our nerves are wearing thin.

Coping

In recent weeks, I have decreased the amount of time I spend watching the news on TV and scrolling through social media. And I am happier for it. It’s not easy to dial back a habit, but sometimes it is necessary. For me, it had become an unhealthy coping mechanism.

We all know we could make better use of our time, but when we are stuck inside with nowhere to go, it’s easier to say, “Maybe tomorrow.”

There is always something enticing to grab our attention, to get us to ‘click’ and read further. Then, of course, we must comment, copy and share with all our friends. Before we know it, half the day is gone. And it’s time you cannot get back.

Hoping

The good news is that we are slowly coming out of the COVID quarantine. It will be a gradual process, so this is a good time to dial back the distractions, and make the most out of our remaining indoor time.

In our home, I’ve been doing more reading lately, and cooking up some meals from my dusty cookbook collection. Now that the weather is warmer, my husband is gardening again. We’re also back into “purging mode” as we prepare to downsize our home next year. That also means finishing repair projects, and tackling new ones we have been putting off. And maybe even planning again for our vacation that was cancelled.

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When you look back on this time years from now, what do you want to remember? Hopefully you will have some endearing and happy memories, as well as the ones we’d all rather forget. If you haven’t journaled at all lately, this is a great time to write down your thoughts. Organize your recent photos and write down what you were doing during this time and why. Wouldn’t that make an interesting time capsule?

With all the bad news around us, be sure you take time in the next days and weeks to remember all the good things going on too! I’ve enjoyed John Krasinski’ Some Good News on YouTube. (Click the link to see one of my favorite episodes!)

And on this Memorial Day weekend, please also pause to remember those who have sacrificed so much for us in the name of freedom. And pray for all our brave men and women in uniform who are serving around the world today.

Photo by Chad Madden on Unsplash

A New Normal

It’s a strange new world.

On Sunday afternoon I ventured out to my favorite grocery store. Normally, this would be a fairly routine experience, consisting of a grocery list and reusable bags. But “normal” went out the window about three weeks ago.

This trip felt more like an excursion to a foreign — and hostile — land. I had to decide what to carry with me, what to touch (and not touch), and how to disinfect myself and my purchases once I was safely home. Since our supply of nitrile gloves is running low, I left without them.  And I don’t own a mask. So the plan was to sanitize my cart, keep a safe distance at all times, only touch the merchandise I intended to buy, and get out as quickly as possible. I stuck to that plan, and managed to find almost everything on my list. Thankfully, TP was not on it. (Note: this photo was taken two weeks ago, when Scott brand was still considered a last resort.)

Ironically, “Under Pressure” was playing over the sound system as I made my way to the checkout. (Who selects these grocery store playlists?) I had to remind myself it was Sunday. There were no lines at all, giving cashiers time to sanitize the conveyor belts between customers. I think I was in and out in about 30 minutes . . . no small feat for Wegman’s, no matter when you shop.

Have you seen the YouTube video yet instructing us how to safely unpack and sanitize groceries and take-out meals at home? Again, that was my intention, but not exactly what happened. I was more concerned with the milk spoiling than viral contamination. I did, however, put all the bags on the kitchen floor as I unpacked them, and wiped the contents with disinfectant wipes before putting them away. And I washed my produce. Then washed the kitchen floor.

By the time everything was put away, I completely exhausted from what used to be an everyday task. The rain finally stopped and the sun was shining brightly.  By all appearances, it should have been a typical early spring Sunday afternoon. Kids should have been out playing with their friends. Neighbors should have been chatting together on the front porch. But kids aren’t outside unless they are in their own yards. And neighbors are keeping a wary distance, offering only a wave from the safety of their driveways. More notably, our busy DC suburb is devoid of nearly all traffic. The roads are quiet, as is Dulles Airport, which is literally 10 miles from our home. On a normal Sunday, a jet would be flying over our house ever few minutes. The silence is eerily reminiscent of 9/11 when all air traffic ceased.

This is the new normal.

It’s as though someone hit the Pause button on life. Everything has slowed down to nearly a halt; everyone is hunkered down waiting to hear the “all clear” call to resume their lives. The most difficult part for me has been missing my mother and brother, and also my church family.

But amidst all this chaos and the heart-wrenching stories of lives cut short by COVID-19, there are also truly amazing things happening all around us. There are stories of strength, generosity, and human resilience.

Until two weeks ago, no one had ever heard the phrase “social distancing”. Now it’s the law of the land. Schools and churches have closed, businesses are shuttered, and vacations have been cancelled. Loved ones have been separated by an invisible enemy, and are not sure when they will be able to hold each other again. Yet from this situation, parents — now working from home — have suddenly become teachers; restaurant and store managers have adapted to take-out and meal delivery options to stay afloat. Churches have begun live streaming or recording their church services, opening their virtual doors to the entire world. With the help of the internet, the human race has discovered unique ways to stay in touch and share the love while observing a 6-foot boundary.

Social network sites, usually an endless source of snark and satire, have now become a launchpad for creative ideas to keep both kids and adults entertained while sheltering at home. (My personal favorite is the Teddy Bear Hunt, catching on ’round the world.)

Battle Lines

Those fighting this disease, from hospital ER’s to research laboratories, are nothing short of heroes. They are on the front lines every day, battling a virus that doesn’t play by the rules. I hope they know how many people are cheering them on, praying for them, and scrambling to help find needed supplies.

As so many have reminded us, this is only temporary. But it will last longer than any of us want it to, and will end only when it is safe to resume our daily lives.

Normal, when it returns, will be very different. We have all been touched by this illness in some way. My hope is that we will one day soon emerge from our homes and realize that we need one another. We cannot fight these battles alone, and we are stronger together than we are apart.