The 17 year cicadas are overrunning my area. Their empty nymph casings are all over the place. The grown cicadas are clogging the airspace and trees. They are so noisy its hard to believe. I read one cicada is as noisy as a lawn mower. Having thousands of them buzzing at once is like listening to dozens of leaf blowers at the same time. I found this just hatched adult cicada in my home this morning. I know it just left its casing because the wings are still partly folded up, not fully formed and straight. I managed to catch it safely, without damaging it, and put it on the outside edge of my balcony in the sunlight. I checked and its gone so hopefully its flying around buzzing and trying to find a mate. For me this cicada is a metaphor for how I and others in my community feel about life right now. The strict mask and social distancing requirements are gradually being relaxed. So I see people out walking in the spring sunlight. For me its strange to see their whole face, instead of mostly covered by a mask. They’re like the cicada, being reborn to life as it was before the pandemic. Free to walk around while still practicing social distancing. I see everyone carrying a mask with them out of habit, and just in case. It’s wonderful to see a group of bare faced walkers, conversing and laughing as they walk together.
June 3, 2021
The days are seeming to drag on more. I want to go out and do something, like I would have before - see a movie, eat out with friends, go to a show or just have a little get-together. But a lot of that isn't possible, and what is possible feels too dangerous. I don't want to risk getting COVID just to eat at a restaurant, and I don't want to risk exposing others to do that. Takeout is just gonna have to be enough. I'm becoming more certain that we'll be doing this into next year. The government isn't taking the proper action, and things are just getting worse and worse. I'm tired.
August 6, 2020