3,000 March 2020 — The COVID Diaries: Staying Sane in a Time That’s Not

 

Dear Diary,

I made waffles for breakfast last Thursday. I prepared my sourdough sponge the night before. I was awake before All the Children. I made myself a cup of coffee, and I puttered around the kitchen, and I thought, “Oh, this is why Morning People like getting up before everyone else. It’s so quiet and calming and lovely. I have a Start on the Day. I have time with a Quiet Brain before everyone chatters at me.” 

It was peaceful.

It was fabulous.

I considered for One Second the idea of making it a New Habit. An Industrious Practice I take away from the apocalypse whenever it ends. A More Organized, Prepared Beth, with her Ducks in a Row and Hot Breakfast lovingly prepared for her family that they might Go Forth with nutritious food in their bellies and tender thoughts of their mother in their hearts.

That was a nice second.

I liked it very much.

And then I laughed at myself — hahahahaha! — because I’ve met me, and That Will Never Happen. 

It’s fun to fantasize, though. 

I made waffles for breakfast last Thursday, in my pajamas, sipping my coffee and cream, and I asked Greg if he wanted some before work, hot off the iron.

“Um… yes?” he answered suspiciously. And said, “This is weird.”  And asked, “You’re not trying to tell me something, are you? Like, is this your way of breaking some Awful News to me?”

Diary, he behaved as if I’m not a Proverbs 31 woman.

As if I’m not like the merchant ships, bringing him food from afar.

As if I do not get up while it is still night to provide food for my family and portions for my female servants.

As if I did not literally consider a field and bought it

Do I not select wool and work with eager hands, Diary? I have at least seven unfinished crochet and knit projects I worked on with total eagerness.

Does my lamp not stay lit at night? There are several lights I know damn well are on, but do I go into the garage and turn out the one with the switch that’s hard to reach? I do NOT. Lamps = LIT, Diary.

Do I not always speak with wisdom? And watch over the affairs of my household? Am I not clothed in purple (pajamas)?

“Gregory,” I said. “Far be it from me to criticize, but you’re acting like I don’t always make fresh waffles on Thursday mornings.”

“You’re right,” he replied, nodding. Satisfied. Suddenly unafraid. “If you were going to break some bad news to me, you definitely wouldn’t do it with waffles.” 

Which isn’t technically what I said, but is absolutely true. I’m much more likely to verbally bulldoze my way through bad news. No waffles to soften the blow.

In other words, Greg’s a lucky, lucky man.

Q: For a wife of noble character, who can find?
A: Greg.

Regards,

 

 

 

P.S. Our Fairy Message Mother left us a new note.

In a teeny, tiny bottle, hanging from a Hawthorne branch.

The message says, “Be gentle with yourself.”

Word, Fairy Message Mother. Word. 

P.P.S. Enid. Day eighteen.

EIGHTEEN!

ABOUT BETH WOOLSEY I'm a writer. And a mess. And mouthy, brave, and strong. I believe we all belong to each other. I believe in the long way 'round. And I believe, always, in grace in the grime and wonder in the wild of a life lived off course from what was, once, a perfectly good plan.
8 comments
  1. Love you Friend.
    Keep being amazing. One waffle at a time.

  2. I’m going to start a new starter as soon as I can buy flour again. Greg is a lucky man, surely he knows this.

  3. You are my [absolutely not morning] people!
    I’ve also found those incredible dawn moments of peace and solitude, which would be even more lovely if I could actually fall asleep at night like a normal person.
    Making waffles for dinner tonight out of stuffing (the kind you put inside your turkey) because, why not?
    Enid is lovely.

  4. I’m cheering on Enid!

  5. I absolutely love your fairy messager. I wish I had some forest to go leave messages in. And I absolutely love your writing, as always.

  6. What is your starter recipe? We here at Chez Norcross have a yen to make Sourdough bread!

    1. You can make your own using this recipe: https://www.kingarthurflour.com/recipes/sourdough-starter-recipe

      Or you can send a self-addressed stamped envelope to Friends of Carl and get Oregon Trail starter for free, which I think is pretty cool.

      Or you can send out an ask on the Book of Faces for a local friend to leave some on their porch for you to pick up — so many of us are playing with sourdough right now, I’m sure you could find someone!

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