Two days ago, I flew for the first time since March of 2020, an unexpected trip to spend some time with my daughter, who fractured her foot and needed help managing everyday tasks. The photo is of a well-worn social distancing sign on the carpet at the airport departure gate. I was uncomfortable about flying, because although I recently received a booster shot, it had only been five days since my shot when I flew. What was reassuring: everyone was required to wear a mask, except when eating or drinking, both in the terminal and on the airplane. I had recently acquired some KN95 masks and was wearing one. My flight was not full, so I had no one seating next to me. What was disconcerting: at no point in my travels did anyone ask any questions about my vaccination status, or whether I had any symptoms or had been in close contact with someone who tested positive for Covid-19. I used to enjoy air travel, but this trip, though necessary, was not enjoyable.
November 12, 2021
Seeing this created a rare release of tension for me. I don't know these neighbors but they have kept their pink flamingos busy during the pandemic -- they built a garden; went camping; got on a school bus; and now they are at the 'fly-in' watching a movie. This makes me laugh, and Dad too. I wish I could laugh more but I always feel a sense of tension deep in my bones this year.
September 25, 2020