A hopeful outlook at the end: But, in the meantime, a little green plant in Laurie’s living room is the last thing she bought before shopping became an anxious, Purell-driven event.It’s like the world’s been given a giant time-out. New sayings are popping up — “self-isolating,” “elbow bump” and “social distancing” — that would’ve confused only a short while ago. A little green plant in my living room is the last thing I bought before shopping became an anxious, Purell-driven event.
I’ve noticed strangers waving and talking to each other more . A slight head shake or weary smile is immediately understood. “Stay healthy” is the new goodbye. In a funny way, Covid-19 has brought out our shared humanity. We need each other after all.I’m being “ordered” to stay home? I must spend my days reading and writing and walking around my back yard? Wow! At the same time, I feel bad for extrovert pals who have to curtail that hard drive to go out and mingle.
And yes, not knowing is the hardest and scariest part. Is this the beginning of some dystopian future? Or will we get through these “sheltering-in-place” times and go on with our lives? Or will there be something in between, another reality we can’t imagine yet?