This Covid quarantine period of isolation somehow reminds me of my childhood during the great depression , which began the year I was born, 1929. We had little to entertain us, and no communication with the outside world on a daily basis. I learned then and I have re-learned now to live in solitude. I recall the joy of reading, playing the piano, and many hours alone with my imagination. I have come to value that solitude.
How do I fill the hours? I drive to a few places, and I buy gas for my car, wearing gloves. I wash my hands and use sanitizer. Sometimes, I don a mask to buy something at the drug store. Yesterday, I bought a cream for the rash that has gathered on my neck. I think my body is expressing my need to “break out.” My hair has not been cut in many weeks so I have a strange new covid coif. I have a quaf also, usually one glass of cheap white wine. Sometimes a friend comes for happy hour, socially distanced.
My groceries are delivered, my doctor visits are zoomed, Women’s Wisdom Group meets online. Family birthdays have been celebrated via Zoom, as has church. I have the pleasure of watching my daughter perform (Zoom again) with Unscrewed Theatre in Tucson. They have a performance every Saturday night at 7:30.
My children are very kind to me, giving me various times for visits during the week. My other extended family still stays in contact with regular visits.
I drive to the Band Hall and Margie Studio (6 miles away) and play music with the No Promises House Band. We meet every week for about an hour.
The Margie Studio is my little get away next to the Band Hall. Both were built on one of my son’s property and I have two daughters who live there also. Makes for a nice little family compound. The Band Hall houses my grand piano, a lovely 7 foot Kaiwai with the nicest tone ever. I am mediocre at best as a pianist but I do so love to play. Our band has the best bass player and the best drummer ever! They follow my lead and that is pure heaven right here on this planet earth. Our repertoire opens with old songs like Basin Street Blues and always ends with St. Louis Blues. Over the years, we have gotten tight and thoroughly enjoy that one hour a week of playing the same songs over and over. They sing and sometimes I add a weak alto voice on songs like Hallelujah or Sentimental Journey. We are not a performing band; we are simply a band that plays and makes no promises. Even to practice!
So that fills one hour (sometimes more if we happen to have a family meal in addition to the band playing on) of my Covid week.
Thanks to some very valued clients, I get to do my mentoring-therapy thing a few hours per week. I am so grateful that they still call and I remain in awe of the stories we humans create.
I sew a little bit and am glad to have that as a creative diversion and time filler. Routine house care, yard work, and meal prep-serve-eat, bathing, sleeping take up a large amount of the time. That leaves me with only about 50-100 hours per week to fill.
My hair continues to grow. And, I think I sort of like it.
Paul’s transition to the world of spirit was 2 years ago and I have taken over his office space for my sewing and ironing. He tells me he does not mind that intrusion. I have more than 150 pages of his messages, which is a fascinating process for me. More about that to anyone who holds an interest in life after death.
But that still leaves many hours to fill. Soooooo, the point of this blog is to confess my addiction to Outlander– The TV series, the books, the author’s various blogs and communications. I admire Diana Gabaldon so much. Her wealth of creative imagination set in historial times that connect with my own McNeely family lineage back to Ireland and Scotland have utterly kept me engaged. And being engaged in something during a quarantine is like having Christmas or birthdays to look forward to. Daily, I have my “fix” from Outlander on TV, or reading the books, or listening to the books when I want to fill a sleepless night. I thanked Diana Gabaldon for her gift and she replied, “Stay Safe!”
So, that is how I am structuring my time during this strange era in our life on this planet. I trust you have found a way to be in this new world. Things will never be the same again. More about that later.
I am very interested in how you have coped with covid????
Meanwhile, my dear friends, I say to you what this prolific author of these great Outlander stories said to me, “Stay Safe!”