This image, drawn by a four-year-old, says it all."I am angry!" next to a scowling face with gritted teeth. I don't know whether she drew it because she was feeling angry, or if she was just practicing drawing faces because they're learning about feelings at school. So I ask her how she's feeling. She tells me. It's elaborate, rambling, complex, and funny. She's honest, unselfconscious in a way that adults never are. She speaks in clauses and interrupts herself. She is love and joy and all good things distilled, sitting in the patch of sun on the scuffed living room floor of the new, smaller house we just moved into. She is surrounded by cardboard boxes and the dust of the house's previous occupants (why wouldn't you clean a house before you sold it to another family during a pandemic?! "I am angry!"). She is learning about feelings. She is teaching me.
March 10, 2021
My office coworkers and I are at different comfort levels. They wanted to have a meeting at a restaurant, and I'm not ready to be eating in crowds given the latest caseloads. It was awkward to tell them I wasn't coming, but they were very understanding and said we'd all get takeout next time. I live in a rural, non-COVID-caring area, but there has been an uptick of masks at the grocery store. Probably about 40% are wearing them, which is muuuch higher than it has been.
September 16, 2021