Quarantine Diary, Entry #7

It's the last week of school.  How can that be?  It doesn't feel like the last week of school, with the electric energy pulsing through the hallways.  My Zoom class attendance has plummeted, even on the last meetings of the class.  Tomorrow I say goodbye to my 8th graders on Zoom.  It feels so impersonal.  I'm working on their "words," and I just can't even imagine how it will feel.  I always give them their word with a hug.  Now, even if we were together, I couldn't get close enough to touch them.  My love language is touch... both giving and receiving.  Quarantine is rough on those of us with the love language of touch.  Yikes.  I'm so glad I have Andrew, or I'd really be in a bad place.

Speaking of being in a bad place, does anyone see a problem with tear gas to break up a protest over racial inequity and police brutality, but no interference in armed protests on government buildings?  I don't get it.  If you think you do, please enlighten me.  I want to be proud to be an American... not embarrassed.

Things are starting to open back up.  There were pictures of beaches on Memorial Day absolutely crammed full of people.  I don't get that either.  To paraphrase my husband: If people have a toothache, they go to the dentist.  If they have a leaky pipe, they call a plumber.  If they have termites, they call an exterminator.  But God forbid that in a pandemic, we would listen to scientists?!?!?!?!  When did science become political?  I'm more than a little perplexed by it.

OK.  Enough negative.  How about some good news?  We realized this week that our air-conditioner is on the outs (trust me, the good news is coming).  Luckily, we noticed this before it got too hot and when we had stimulus money to help pay for it.  Not how we were hoping to spend that $2400, but I'm sure glad it's there.  Overall, we're feeling pretty blessed during this pandemic compared to a lot of people.  I'm trying to pay it forward by being patient, following the rules, and not being too sad about summer plans falling through.  I was supposed to have two more chances to play Rosie in Mamma Mia this summer, and neither one of those are going to happen.  Sigh.  Hopefully next year.

Hope everyone out there in cyber land is hanging in there.  💚