I originally wrote some of this post on Wednesday, March 26, but I never published it because the tone is a bit different than what I usually write, and I wasn’t satisfied with the style. Does anyone really want to read most of what I’ve thought about and done for the past few days? I’m not sure, but I’ll share anyway.
Currently, it’s Saturday morning, and I’m typing this while eating my lunch for breakfast. I made chicken salad yesterday and created an open sandwich. I decided to eat that again. In a moment, I’m going to make a cup of black tea, into which I will put a lemon wedge and honey. (I wish I had purchased an extra honey bear because he’s more than half gone. I shall ration because I don’t want to go to the grocery store for at least a week.)
This brings me to one thing I’ve been pondering about: how different I look when I am around the house compared with when I’m out and about. I once heard a story about someone who saw Oprah in public without her makeup on and with her hair in a crazy state. She said, “Oprah? Is that you?” I laughed when I heard this story, and it still makes me chuckle to myself, but this story is also my reality. Someone might see me with my hair looking slightly crazy and no makeup on and say, “Rachel? Is that you?”
I would not be able to deny it.
In my previous post, I stated that I would try to see how long I could go before I drove somewhere. I failed. Yesterday (Friday, March 28), I drove to Home Depot because my sunflower seedlings (hence the name of this series) are toddlers now and need their own big-kid beds (today’s project). To help them thrive in their big-kid beds, I need composted cow manure, so I ventured to Home Depot.
For a state in which all non-essential businesses are closed, there sure were a lot of people out and about. Home Depot, which as you might deduce, is considered essential, and was very busy. If it weren’t for a random distribution of employees and customers who wore masks and/or gloves, and the tape employees added at the cash register queues to distribute shoppers at safe social distances, it probably would have felt like a normal day at the home improvement store.
There were a lot of cars on the roads, too. I don’t think there were quite as many compared with a typical rush hour, but it definitely didn’t look like citizens were sheltering in place due to pandemic flu.
I’d like to think that people were just like me: they needed that extra something (e.g., composted cow manure) so that they could continue their quarantine projects. But I doubt that’s the case for everyone. I think people are bored and don’t know what to do with themselves, so they go to the only exciting stores that are open (i.e., Target, Walmart, Home Depot), wander the isles, and buy stuff because staying home is hard to do.
Wednesday was the opposite of Tuesday. On Tuesday, it rained all day and the sun didn’t even show its face. But on Wednesday, the clouds cleared early, and for most of the day, I saw the sky. The contrasting forecasts remind me of 2020, which has become a peculiar juxtaposition of events. It is nearly April, and while good things have happened in my life and the lives of my friends and family members, many strange things happened as well, particularly on a global scale. COVID-19 is our present horror, which quickly overshadowed the unprecedented locust crisis in Africa and the fires in Australia. (In fact, the news doesn’t report on anything except COVID-19 these days.) Such a contrast of personal and world events makes me wonder about how I am supposed to feel.
To be continued…