17 April 2020 — The COVID Diaries: Staying Sane in a Time That’s Not

 

Dear Diary,

I’ve now limited my grocery shopping to twice per month. I don’t know if it’s because I’m all Barney Stinson about this whole #StayHomeStaySafe campaign — CHALLENGE. ACCEPTED. — or if I’m somehow living out my Little House on the Prairie fantasies or engaging my latent skills from growing up in the jungles of Indonesia, but I’m all about making stuff from scratch and stretching a dollar and sorting and organizing and building up an appropriate pantry stocked with items to See Us Through. 

Yesterday was Shopping Day. I visited two stores — the cheap, surplus food store for As Much As Possible, followed by the regular store for the Remainder. It took me seven hours in total. Seven. Hours. The stores are less than four miles from my house. But that was the time it required, armed with hand sanitizer and homemade face mask (thanks, Mom). As much as I wanted to be in and out quickly, it was slow going. I spent a LOT time waiting for people to move so I could peruse the shelves I was after, and even though I know one of the goals of #StayHome is not to linger in places where people gather — like the grocery store — I prioritized being patient and kind. Slowing down to watch out for others. Smiling — with my eyeballs, since my mouth was covered — and saying thank you to the folks working hard to restock (SO MUCH RESTOCKING HAPPENING) and answer questions and wipe things down.

When I shopped in the middle of March, I didn’t wear a face mask or gloves. I just washed my hands before I left and when I got home. By the beginning of April, it was gloves but no mask — and removing gloves after each store, before getting in my car so I could leave the store germs behind me. Yesterday, it was face mask but no gloves per my latest reading — just LOTS of hand sanitizer to supplement the soap and water hand washing and a giant can of Lysol in my car so I could decontaminate my phone and debit card between locations.

It’s strange shopping in bi-monthly snippets. Like leaping forward in time with over-sized steps. The stores look different each time — which shelves are full, which are bare, which have social distancing reminders and protocols listed, which are no longer sporting the “Buy 10 for $10” signs because the modern supply chain was never set up to sustain everyone making simultaneous bulk purchases. And the people look different each time, too — cashiers behind plastic barriers, all employees in masks and the patrons, too, kids virtually no where. It makes me wonder what it’ll look like by the beginning of May. 

What will we know then that we don’t know now? How will we have adapted? How will humans and businesses be responding?

It’s both fascinating from an intellectual “gee, this is interesting” perspective and disconcerting from a “gosh, this has changed rapidly” perspective. Especially because we don’t know how long we’re doing this — or, if we’re able to take a break, when we’ll have to restart measures like this again.

How long will I be watching this Stop Motion Show in two week increments? How long will I maintain this regimen of Taking Food Inventory, and Managing Supplies Carefully, and Trying to Wisely Plan Far into the Future, but also Not Take Too Much and Leave Enough for Others? Will I live at this level of readiness indefinitely? Or will I tire of it as it becomes part of the new normal and be able — wisely or not — to let go of some of this obsessive desire to control what I can? Am I acting, or reacting, or overreacting? 

I have no answers to any of those questions.

This morning, I made No Knead Sourdough Bread, and Cinnamon Swirl Bread— which came out of the oven shaped like Noah’s Ark…

…and a little wonky in the middle —

— and homemade yogurt which is shockingly simple to do and objectively better than anything sold prepackaged. I felt accomplished and like I was Doing Important Work to Nourish My Family. By dinner, though, I was too tired to cook anymore so we played the Hot Dog Edition of “Who Makes It Better?” — a game I invented where you buy two different brands of whatever you can find at the discount grocery store (in this case, processed meat formed into the shape of a tube) and feed it to your family, forcing them to wax eloquent on the finer points of each before collectively selecting a winner.

In this case, Nathan’s Famous Beef Franks, which none of us have had, versus Hebrew National Beef Franks, my personal favorite. 

We let the children play with sharp objects and fire, and roasted the hot dogs over open flame like God intended.

They enjoyed it every bit as much as having Dinner Homemade by Mommy — and they loved the fluffy, nutritionally vacant pillows that call themselves hot dog buns as much as the bread over which I slave — which simply highlights how much of the Scratch Cooking and Inventory Management is for my own emotional health and sense of well being and not for them. I mean, it IS for them. Obviously. But also, they’d be perfectly happy with a freezer full of wieners until May.  

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As humans, we don’t really have the ability to neatly unpack our motives or sort what exactly incites us to one action or provokes us to toward another. Only years from now — decades, probably — will the cooperative research be complete so the experts in social behavior and mental health and twenty-first century anthropology can tell us how our society ebbed and flowed and waxed and waned during this global crisis. They’ll be able to pinpoint the trends of how we responded and make educated guesses as to why. But they’ll never be able to unravel a single mind or understand these experiences viscerally unless they lived them. Which is wild to me — the sheer volume of experience which will never be known — and also strangely comforting. What we’re living now is both collective and communal. And as individual as a fingerprint. 

How remarkable.

 

 

 

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. We have neighbors that are total carnivores and do BBQs every day. Tempted by the delicious BBQ smells, we finally caved and did one 2 days ago. Too bad the store was out of Nathan’s franks! So we grilled up all the goods we found and they loved it so much..they asked for another BBQ yesterday and today! My husband was like hey we just did one, isn’t that enough? Kids “No!” So..looks like we’ll add regular BBQs to our fun family activities.

    Speaking of family activities, this little ebook has been a life saver for us! There’s no room here, but you can see more: https://www.amazon.com/Keeping-3rd-Eye-Your-Kids-ebook/dp/B085N6R7XX/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3TDIFYJT9RN51&dchild=1&keywords=keeping+a+3rd+eye+on+your+kids&qid=1587218594&sprefix=keeping+a+3rd+eye+%2Caps%2C318&sr=8-1

  2. Beth, thank you for your ongoing covid diaries so much! I am not reading many blogs these days but I do not miss yours because it is nourishing to me in a way that others seem to deplete me.
    Keep writing!
    Susie

    1. That means the world to me. Thank you. ❤️

  3. My words are used up today. All I have left is a hashtag #F***Cancer and a tweeted link to a song sung by my stepdaughter… who lost her own mom when she was 9 to this horrid disease. We go Thursday for a Consultation and then the options will be discussed. Surgery. Words I haven’t heard since my own dad passed when I was two weeks shy of 18. Chemo. Spread.

    It can’t have her. I’m putting my foot down. We’ve all had enough of loss and death and darkness and it can’t have her.

    1. I’m so sorry. Yes. Fuck Cancer. And waving to you in the dark and sending love and healing strength your way. ❤️

  4. Which hotdogs did you pick? In our house it is hands down Nathan’s over Hebrew!

    Also, I am jealous that you are able to do 2-week grocery trips, even if it does take 7 hours! I used to do that, with a quick trip for fresh stuff in between (usually sent a kid to do). Now, because of only being allowed to buy 2 of anything, I have to do groceries twice a week just to keep my household of 7 (teenagers and young adults) in food for a week. Two cans of green beans vanish in one meal. (Please don’t take this as a gripe, we are healthy, my husband is essential. If this is really the only adjustment we have had to make, I’m truly blessed and grateful. I just feel that all I ever do anymore is grocery shop, when they are telling me to stay home)

  5. I am dying to know which wieners were the favorites!

    1. Me too!

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