We’re all in this together. How many times have I heard that recited during some television program to inspire me to carry on social distancing as my patriotic duty? I lost count several months ago actually. To all patriots here and abroad, I want to assure you that I decided to not post any feelings about the covid crisis long ago as I fundamentally was not born equipped to deal with it. However, there is a change in the wind now…our state is one of the few left in the United States still carrying on with sheltering so I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. For that reason, and because i have had a most unreasonable last two days of sheltering…I decided my experience needed to be shared. My working theory is that we aren’t all in this together or you would have been in my living room sharing these wonderful experiences with me. You weren’t. I noticed.
Rather than give you a recreation of the last few months, I will only share the major events of the last two days. If they seem similar to yours, it would be heart warming to know. The last two days have been plenty enough to allow you to contemplate how the rest of my time was spent. Oh! I will tell you that initially I used my time sheltering learning new crafts–as we were advised to do. Once I had cooked five batches of clam chowder–did I mention I live on Puget Sound? Well, I was pretty much over cooking and so was everyone I cooked for. I did discover you could make miraculous face masks from duct tape. My masterful one of purple velvet and duct tape is one of a kind. It really became a favorite when I added the rhinestones. ( I am not kidding. I could have produced the picture.) I promised though, I wouldn’t bore you with three or four months of that.) In the last two days….
Last night, I was in the living room reading when I noticed my sweet cat staring curiously into the kitchen. She was not afraid, only curious. Her tail was relaxed and her eyes wide. At one point she turned to me and mewed as though she was trying to tell me how interesting this was becoming. It was then that a deer’s head bent down to touch her nose. I stood up in shock as i realized this doe was in my kitchen. Now, to my regret I had left my sliding door open to let in fresh air…and there was a welcome mat on the door. But please. I watched in stunned silence as they two of them sniffed each other without fear or anger. Just a casual meeting of friends. I pointed out with some humor to my cat that social distancing meant that the deer had to remain outside, and surely she had never asked this deer inside before sheltering. She needed to get a grip here. Both the cat and the deer, paused and looked at me annoyed. The deer turned on her hooves and headed back out the sliding glass door, but not before she pooped on my welcome mat. My cat sulked all the way back to her room, not speaking to me…letting me know in no uncertain terms that social distancing was a man made contrivance, not intended for HER friends.
That was only last night….Today, we were discussing something or other. That is what you culturally do in sheltering. You talk to each other. New skill learned there. Suddenly, the house shook and the sounds were catastrophic. It was nothing less than a sonic boom. However, I am nowhere near an airport. Here in the trees, you never hear a plane go by ever. Yet, there it was. We scurried outside to see what was going on. There were two gigantic army cargo planes. Boeing bombers literally buzzing the tops of the Douglas fir. The best we could think was that they were on the verge of crashing so we headed to the basement to find a supporting wall. If nothing else the logical assumption we felt was that one of the trees surrounding our house might fall.
Tonight, they said on the news that Fort Lewis, McChord Air Force bases were saluting all the people working during the crisis–which would be our home as we all work full time–who are risking their lives and health. My significant other told me that next time they decide to salute us they need to warn us beforehand so we wouldn’t be running for a bomb shelter. And in all honesty, he is the survivor of a triple heart bypass and doesn’t need this kind of stress.
This is barely a page of my life since this began, and I dare say I have been pretty much fighting my battle alone. The cat has packed her catnip and is asking to move in with my son and his girl friend. There is a deer somewhere who is probably packing a gun. I’d hope to think it can’t get any worse, but Mother’s Day is coming up. Oh dear. The next time there is a pandemic and the order goes down to shelter. I plan of packing my bags and moving to Venus.Recommended1 recommendationPublished in