Corona Days, Part 2

Oddly, restrictions in my state are still being lifted, despite a rising number of deaths from COVID-19. I suspect that even if the restrictions were not being lifted, or if different ones were being put into place, people would not stand for it. They are getting bored. Upon hearing about the George Floyd shooting and subsequent madness that broke out all over the United States, I first thought that people are so thoroughly frustrated, angry, and bored. People do not like being told what to do for so long. Authority is difficult to follow when it is so hard to tell truth from lies.

The news is getting even more painful to read than it normally is; I hate seeing the COVID-19 death toll blazing across the top of the screen every day. Now I hate seeing all the pictures from the protests (violent and nonviolent) everywhere. To top it all off, my local news station ran a story this past weekend about how more than 10,000 cats and dogs will be euthanized throughout the state’s animal shelters if no one adopts them. Ah, the guilt.

Sadly, the library is not yet open (at least in my county). However, materials can now be requested online, which I don’t enjoy doing as much as browsing through the shelves and picking up books at random. My son also enjoyed looking at (i.e., trying to chew on) the board books in the toddler section, but now I’m stuck reading Little Blue Truck over and over. (I know it by heart!) On the bright side, I have plenty of reading material at home (current read: a biography of the Kennedy men; a look into the past is always nice when the present and future are scary).

In our diocese, the Sunday obligation is still suspended. Some parishes have many more restrictions than others, which brings confusion into an already stressful situation. The lifeblood of Catholics is the Eucharist. We need this spiritual food for survival, especially when the battle we will have to fight in the coming days is largely a spiritual one. Even so, there is a need to protect the vulnerable. Mass is being celebrated online, outside, or even inside, but people are allowed in only every other pew, with a host (no pun intended) of other restrictions. I suppose we are all doing the best we can to balance the need for spiritual sustenance with physical safety. I just wish Mass would be back to normal. I would take Mass over the library. 🙂

So in the midst of all this madness, I hope you are staying safe and sane. Take breaks from the media. If you can, adopt a dog or cat. Write something by hand instead of typing it (I’ve been doing this almost nightly, and it’s refreshing). Show someone you love them (from a safe distance!). Escape into a good novel. Pray, pray, pray.

Corona Days

The social distancing measures recommended (mandated?) by the government and other authorities are an introvert’s dream. I am actually enjoying staying at home. The apartment is cleaner and more organized than it has been in weeks, I am saving money by not eating at restaurants or driving as much, and I have no excuse to ignore all the books on my shelves in favor of books on the library’s shelves. I also get to avoid the meaningless break room banter at work, because I have been working from home since March 16.

All that said, I recognize that my position is extremely fortunate. I am so grateful to have a job that allows me to work from home. I am also very grateful to my in-laws and husband, who watch my son every day so I can work. I wake up in the mornings and thank God.

I’m sure you have all been hearing variants on “stay healthy,” “practice self-care so you don’t get too stressed” (ooh, I dislike the term “self-care”), “God is imposing a Great Lent on us, and we heathens deserve it,” and “wash your hands, ya filthy animal.” There really isn’t much more I can say that hasn’t already been said, and I don’t want to take someone else’s words and try to make them better.

So… Happy Easter! No matter what, there is hope in the Resurrection.

Why Did I Buy This Big Fat Journal?

A few years ago, I had some money left on a gift card, so I bought a big fat journal. It’s made by Greenroom, whose products I like because they have nice paper and are really pretty.

Once upon a time, I used to get through journals pretty quickly. I’ll admit that most of what I wrote in them consisted of random observations, complaints, and funny stuff that I noticed. Nothing profound or worthy of being published at any point—just a brain dump.

I got sick of writing useless stuff in journals and instead began to use them for lists of important things I would otherwise forget, story ideas, work-related stuff, and so on. As I result, I wrote less often and the big fat journal that I started in May 2018 still is not finished nearly two years later.

In that interval, I have gotten several other journals as gifts, and they are sitting around sadly while my big fat journal gets all the attention (or none of it). So now I’m trying to fill the big fat one up with whatever I feel like writing about again; for example, a random quote from work: “Animals are a whole different breed of people.” (I overheard this across a couple cubes. I have no idea what the context is.)

The moral of this useless, random story is that, for me at least, there is no point in getting a big fat journal. The little tiny ones, or even plain old spiral notebooks, will do just fine.