Playing Pandemic

My last post was August last year. My personal life erupted. A large amount of things have changed in that time span and it’s been an exhausting and heartbreaking whirlwind. My hubby and I were hoping for a quiet year in which we could establish some semblance of normalcy after the life altering events that began in October of 2019. Nope. Universe had other plans. Normal is a myth. Average is a statistic.
So here we are as a collective, in August 2020, staring down COVID-19, climate change, homelessness, unemployment, a corrupt government, and shortages of odd things at strange times. It’s all fun and games until you run out of toilet paper….and then can’t find anymore.
We got lucky and managed to find toilet paper. I tell you, I have never been so happy to see Scott Comfort Plus on my door step. The day the Lysol spray and wipes came, I about cried. I did cry when a bottle of Trader Joe’s hand sanitizer arrived all the way from Arizona. I am high risk, this stuff is like gold.
Right now, we still have our jobs, food to eat, medications and medical supplies to use, and somewhere to safely shelter ourselves from the crises outside. We are managing it with every tool in our toolbox, from neurofeedback, VieLight, AVE/Photic Stimulation. supplements, to good old meditation. Gardening, cleaning, baking ( I made allergy friendly banana bread, chocolate cake,brownies, and rolls for starters.) smoking meat, and any exercise we can muster that won’t get us run over by the speeding vehicles in our neighborhood, or exposed unnecessarily. Sometimes it’s a scoop of ice cream ( Cado N’Ice cream for me ) and another round of The Great British Baking Show that helps soothe the nerves. 4 months into the pandemic we went blackberry picking on the side of the freeway. At 6 months, we are contemplating a badminton set and making home made pickles. We do these things with gratitude.
Even with those, we can still be basket cases. Like the rest of you, hubby and I are having to adapt to our new normal and it’s not easy. It’s okay to not be okay.