I’ve already tossed two blogs so far, lets see if this one makes it. It’s just very difficult for me, anyway, to write about anything other than what this planet is going through at the moment. For one thing, this is one of the most historic moments in several generations. Though the pandemic is the focus for a lot of us, there are several “bigger” picture aspects to the situation. All of which I’m saving for future novels in various genres.
First, I want to send my sympathies to any and all who have lost a loved one during this time. I have had over six deaths of family, dear friends, parents of friends and spouses. Blessedly, not one was due to the virus. However, we all have had the paradigm-altering-situation of not attending a funeral and even if one was allowed in your state or province, social-distancing and “no hugging” all seemed like a page out of a “Twilight Zone” script.
Here in Indiana as of yesterday, we have had some “easing” of the restrictions and for the first time in months, I felt joy. The golf course across the street was opened. Though I don’t play any longer, I literally raced to the door, flung it open and waved to the four-some shooting down the fairway in golf carts. I then noticed that even this had changed. There was only one person to a cart. More social-distancing. I wondered, will it be like that forever?
Until sunset, the golf course, the air, was filled with laughter. THAT was a sound I’d nearly forgotten. And I realized how important our games and outdoor sports are to humans. When will our sports return and what will that be like?
All day long, our street looked like a boulevard with people walking their dogs, kids on bicycles, couples jogging. One neighbor of mine who was walking his dog, stopped in the street and talked for fifteen minutes. He couldn’t stop talking about how good it was to be outside and then to actually TALK to someone.
That’s the other thing. We all need to talk. I think for the first time, many of us have realized that just texting and emails aren’t enough. I have received more long-distance phone calls in the last two weeks than I have in a year. Everyone wants to talk. Just to hear another voice. Some are scared. Some are checking on me thinking I’ve gotta be depressed since I live alone. (I’m not. A writer living alone can be in bliss. I have done so much research and read so many books, I ‘ve started a new five-foot-tall TBR pile.) And here’s a plug for Rula---
My curiosity begs me to ask have you noticed a shift in your perspectives? your habits? since being sheltered-in-place?
If you’re still sheltered, catch my Hallmark Channel movie, THE SWEETEST HEART.
HOME FOR CHRISTMAS is available on Amazon.
God Bless us, everyone!