Various tubes, bottles and jars of makeup—once applied with precision before I would venture out of the house—now sit untouched in an organizer. After all, there’s little reason to put on mascara, foundation, etc., if I am stuck at home due to COVID-19 directives. Heretofore, I was reluctant to even be seen in public without makeup, but the pandemic has prompted me to adopt a lackadaisical, no-fuss attitude toward beauty. It's so freeing!! Likewise, my hair is now a fashionable pandemic gray. Prior to the arrival of the coronavirus, I would visit a stylist every three months for color/highlighting and no doubt outlaid enough money over the decades to finance a child's college education. Now, however, I’m off the bottle and embracing, rather than concealing, my silver roots. Gray locks are almost a badge of honor—symbols of courage and strength that boldly emerge from an environment of pain, sorrow and anxiety.
February 4, 2021
It gets worse every day. A second lockdown in Israel - no comparison to the first one. exhausted, empty, mad. Angry about the political situation. I am fighting with everyone around me. a few days ago we finally arranged a "corona summer-school" for a group of kids in the neighborhood. now at least I have a few hours break each day from my 24/7 position as home-schooling teacher for 2 little girls. but even now I am not entirely alone. my husband is here, in our small apartment, depressed as well. i think that living with a depressed person is even more depressing than being depressed yourself. I am exploding and everything outside of me is so still. my birthday wish: to sit in a cafe, when they will reopen, all by myself. just this. to sit still and stare at the city moving.
October 17, 2020