It’s thanksgiving tomorrow and I usually travel by Greyhound to visit my brother and his family in Holland MI Not going this year and will spend thanksgiving alone with a bottle of white Zinfandel , a pumpkin pie and my cat Willow. Am thinking of all the things I have lost this year including my sense of safety: my mom, a favorite cousin, the bike trail along Muskegon Lake is flooded, coffee shops closed, public library has pick-up only (thank goodness for that), my writers group disbanded, fear of getting on public transportation and I have no car. And just chatting with people I met during the day in my apartment building, wandering around the city, and hanging out at the local coffee shop. We had our first snow yesterday and it was beautiful but a warm front blew through and it is all gone this morning, Rain and clouds expected today and the gloomy weather does nothing for my mood, And the fear that every persons path you cross could be harboring a deadly virus is unnerving to say the least. I’m emotionally exhausted,
November 26, 2020
Today I rode the bus and light rail to a doctor appointment. I hadn't been on the transit for over 15 months and was both excited and a bit apprehensive about the trip. I had been relying on friends to help with necessary transportation but now that our world is opening back up again, everyone is getting busy with their lives. And I had really wanted to regain some of the very independent lifestyle that I had pre-pandemic. But it felt very strange to me and I was glad to finally get home. Passengers are required to wear masks on the buses and trains but I rarely saw much compliance. People really are acting like the pandemic is over. The people who had masks were mostly wearing it as a chin strap or around their neck. As an immunocompromised individual, I found myself feeling very uneasy around all this. News about the new variants scare me and I wonder if I will ever feel comfortable around so many people in an enclosed space again. That would be very sad.
June 22, 2021