Your Story Project
The Salem Public Library is collecting your stories, photos and more describing life in our city during the COVID-19 crisis. Learn how some of your friends and neighbors are coping below, and submit your own story here.
My name is Lydia and I am stuck at home my siblings Zeyah and Ellis, my dogs Roky and Shiva and my cat Rojie. It is getting a little bit boring but I know how to keep my self occupied. I have been playing with my dogs, coloring and of course, doing school work. I miss Mrs. Contrada, my friends and my classroom. I mean,I can see those people on zoom but it is hard not to see them in person. I hope and wish I could see people soon.
I miss my friends. I miss playing sports and playing on the playground. I have been playing basketball in my backyard and climbing trees.
I miss my friends a lot. I wish I can go back to school and see my friends. I’m doing lots of work, playing, going outside a lot, hanging out with my sister and for example, we do tv nights, movie nights, video game nights, go on little trips and play games. I wish this virus stops.
Hi, my name is Levi. I’m a second grader. I live in Salem,MA 2020 during the Corona virus pandemic. I really miss the library! I also miss my friends, swim class, and family. I stay in contact by house party, Facetime, and Zoom. We pray to keep all safe. We also do yoga, go outside, and a app called GoNoodle! We are feeling sad, but hopeful! <3 Levi.
My name is Sienna I am in 2 grade I miss my friends, family and school. I have been going outside playing games with my brother.
Every day when I wake up I see only one or two cars going by. There used to be more. I go on social distant bike rides and like to sit on a rock in the park. I wish I could see my friends in real life at least I can call some of them on messenger kids. We play animal jam and Minecraft. Sometimes we play hide and seek in our games. I’m happy to stay at home and get fresh air in my yard. My siblings can be very annoying. I can’t wait to go back to school but once I go back I only want recess. I like that I get to spend a lot of time in nature.
Sarah Kate, 8
I miss my classroom and friends. I keep in touch by FaceTime and zoom and texts. I’ve enjoyed my family’s nature walks and learning how to roller blade. The worst part of COVID 19 is I’m bored and restless. It’s hard to wear masks because there itchy. But I will wear them to keep others safe. When it’s over, I want to throw a big party!
Almost everything has changed . We have to wear masks and sometimes it bothers me but we are in this together. We will be safe. Please wear a mask, stay 6 feet apart and stay safe. I miss my classmates. Thank you for reading.
The Covid 19 quarantine has changed my life. I have become more comfortable in my house and I’m ok with it. I do miss seeing my friends in person, but I am lucky to see them through zoom. My letter writing has taken off and I also like getting letters back in the mail!
When COVID-19 started, schools were shut down and so were playgrounds and basketball hoops. It wasn’t fun around that time because we had to stay home. We still get to see our friends and family but only on Facetime and rarely in person. We are trying our best to stop this and we’re trying to help the elderly and doing our best to keep our community safe. Thank you.
My name is Tenley, I am 7 years old. We have not been not in school because of COVID-19 and social distancing. COVID-19 is a really bad disease, it can kill people. If you have it you will get a very bad cold and your throat will hurt. Since we haven’t been in school, I’ve been playing with my brother and sister, and I’ve also been cleaning my garage and finally I’ve also been walking my dog and taking him on long walks too. I have also been seeing my friends on my zoom classroom and dance classes. The end!
I am a nurse and teach nursing at North Shore Community College. We moved all classes and clinicals (normally done in the hospitals) to remote in mid-March, following an extended spring break to plan for moving to online learning. The college provided chrome books to students who needed them. My fellow faculty and I taped our lectures in voice over powerpoints and published them on the college’s Youtube channel. Our learning management system has a video conferencing feature so faculty can meet virtually for committee work and with students. Working from home means I am ALWAYS at work and being a woman of a certain age, the technology does not come easily to me so I find it very challenging. I am so grateful to be able to work during this difficult time when so many are out of work. I am also somewhat grateful that I am not in a clinical setting being exposed as I am in the high risk age group. At the same time, I feel guilty for not contributing more in caring for patients during the surge. I am at my desk in my home office from early morning until 5 pm everyday when I stop and go for a socially distanced walk with a neighbor. I am also grateful for the technology that allows me to connect virtually with family and friends. We zoomed Easter dinner with family in Salem, Lynn, Nahant, Peabody, Tennessee and California! And my dog is so happy to have her people around all day!
when i am home because of the virus, i play video games and my house is next to another house and my picture is of me in my house.
The residents of Salem Willows are well known for their fun loving nature and fondness to celebrate anything and everything…..we brought Smiles to our neighbors faces & hearts by providing a rolling rally parade which drive thru the neighborhood as residents sat on their porches and driveways and waved and cheered the rolling rally on…some even dressed in costume! The first rolling rally parade was Easter themed….the second was a tropical Margaritaville theme with its own shark (The photos attached are from this Margaritaville Theme Event)….the third was a “faux” Kentucky Derby rolling rally, as of this writing anyway.
I am a junior in Salem (specifically Salem Academy as of writing this.) School has been out for about a month and now has been ordered closed for the rest of the academic year. To cope with all of the stress, I take frequent walks around my area and also listen to Springsteen (my favorite artist) a lot. His music is about getting through harder times which really resonates now. The main thing I miss about being in school (not the workload because we still get a lot of the work we would do in school, we just get it online) is not being able to see my friends and teachers in person. It is so different to use tech like Zoom to be able to see my teachers and then use social media to keep in touch with friends. Before, those were options, but still person to person interaction was preferable. I get the significance of the pandemic and virus and the need to implement mitigation rules, but it still has been hard to manage. To help, I take walks often and have seen quite a bit of animals out (a Siamese cat and ducks notably).
I assigned my Mixed Media Class an Art Project called “Slogans of Hope” Students will use their artistic skills to create graphics to inspire citizens to hope for better times.
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No one could imagine what a life-changing phenomenon a virus can cause. China seemed so far away, and I went about my routine without even giving the isolation and devastation a second thought. I could wash my hands and try to stay away from people, no problem. I could not envision the fear engendered nor the waiting for the first symptoms to occur.
Now here I am with only time on my hands, isolated and waiting for whatever comes next. It is tough to fight a war without appropriate weapons. Having just celebrated my 79th birthday, listening to the forecasts for 80+, I am flummoxed. That is me. I am in the category of most likely to get sick.
So I started a list of things to do or not:
- No daylight television
- Read books
- Knit to my heart’s content
- Find an exercise app
- No snacking
- Organize my pictures
- Start writing
- Sing in the shower
- Walk outside
This should keep me busy for the time being. Not to forget an afternoon nap and cup of tea. Carpe Diem has taken on new meaning.
THE ARTICLE BELOW WAS WRITTEN FOR AND ORIGINALLY POSTED ON THE WEBSITE OF EXPLORERS LIFELONG LEARNING INSTITUTE IN SALEM (HTTPS://EXPLORERSLLI.ORG). IT IS PART OF EXPLORERS’ TALES FROM HOME PROJECT, A SERIES OF ARTICLES WRITTEN BY MEMBERS OF EXPLORERS DURING THE TIME OF COVID-19.
Throwing Stuff Out
One thing I have noticed since we all started spending so much time at home, either alone or with close loved ones, is that the trash piles on garbage pick-up day are expanding. Whereas we all typically have our usual bag or barrel plus recycling bins out on the curb each week, we lately seem to be on an impressive clean-out campaign, separating out the “potentially useable” items from those that clearly should have been thrown away years ago: broken bed posts, empty or dried up paint cans, ancient wires and obviously unsafe extension cords, pieces of toys and games, rusted out machine parts, shattered garden pots, rotted garden hoses….you get the picture.
We all have this stuff, and this weird time we are living in seems to be an opportune moment to throw it all (or a lot of it) out.
I have spent the better part of many recent days going through file cabinets and bins full of paper: bank statements from years and years ago, old credit card bills, insurance policies from three houses ago, a decade’s worth of work-related materials, my daily schedule books from 1997 through 2019. My husband and I have shredded or plan to shred papers with private information and have tossed everything else in recycling. We already have a pile waiting for recycling next Monday, not wanting to overload the curb this week. And we’re still not done.
I am currently in the middle of a trip down memory lane, meandering through several large plastic bins full of drawings, stories, math worksheets (what was I thinking to keep all of those!!), report cards, hand- made valentines, postcards, letters, diaries … you get the picture … all from my daughter’s toddler days, childhood and teenaged years. She is now 36. I have moved all that stuff four times since those days: from Maine to Pennsylvania to New Jersey to Massachusetts.
And yes, of course, I’m keeping a lot of it, or representative samples of a lot of it – but not a single math worksheet.
Frankly, I have always prided myself on not keeping stuff. I like a rather simple, although messy, closet and refrigerator and kitchen cabinets. I’ve moved a lot in my life, so I learned in childhood that you can’t keep everything. I give away a lot of china, household goods, furniture, books, useable clothing.
But it’s the stuff I don’t look at every day – such as the many plastic containers in our basement filled with my daughter’s pages and pages of school work and drawings and sweet notes to her parents that I find so hard to let go of. I am discovering that I can part with some of it, but I have given myself permission to keep the most treasured of those treasures. I have already saved out a rather massive pile of her favorite children’s books – those are indeed priceless and full of their own savored memories. She will want them some day.
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Volunteer Knitting Project
This is a wonderful time to add to our volunteer activities. I am knitting more caps for deployed soldiers and sewing ditty bags for medical mission trips through our Marblehead and Swampscott ElderAct Club. Stuck at home can be a great opportunity to help others. Below are instructions for knitting hats.
Materials: Any color of any worsted weight yarn.
Knitting Needles Sizes: 7 and 8 200 yards worsted, weight soft, washable
- Gauge: 4.5 stitches per inch
- Adult men size: Cast on 88 sts using size 7 needle
- Adult women size: Cast on 84 sts or less if you knit loosely with size 7 needle Then switch to size 8 needle (I use a round needle from the first row)
- Row 1: K2, P2, K2 across line, ending with P2
- Row 2-6: Repeat Row 1 (If you change to a round needle at this point there will be less to stitch up and you will be knitting all the way around)
- Row 7: Knit across
- Row 8: Purl across
- Repeat these 2 rows until hat is 8” from start, ending on a knit row
- On the knit row: K2 together across the row
- Next row: Purl Next row: K2 together across
- Last row: Purl across
- Cut a 14” tail of yarn; thread a yarn needle with it. Carefully pull the last row of knitting from the needle and thread the needle through every stitch. Pull tightly and then whip stitch the seam shut.
On a gray and dreary day, like today, in the pre-coronavirus time, it wouldn’t be unusual for me to call a friend or she-me and say “Let’s go to the movies.” The fact that I can no longer do that reminded me of the Saturdays of my WWII childhood.
Mostly every Saturday, my friends and I and later my younger brother would walk up to our neighborhood movie theater, aptly named ROOSEVELT, for an entire morning of entertainment. For the price of a dime plus two cents tax, we saw 10 cartoons, two feature films and a newsreel, with all the latest news from the battlefronts as well as the home front. Sometimes, we also had a serial; week after week. We followed the adventures of Superman and his exploits as we munched on our nickel bags of popcorn.
Movies were an integral part of our weekly routine. Once we became teenagers, movie dates and ice cream sundaes replaced girlfriends and popcorn.
We took these simple things for granted and never in our wildest imaginations could we have dreamed that a day would come when every movie theater in the land would be closed and when every child in America was not in a school building!
Still, it’s the little things in life that keep us going: the 6-foot-distance waves between strangers on the street, the phone calls, e-mails and face time with friends and family, and our innate, indomitable spirit as Americans and human beings that will see us through this “time out of time” and bring us TOGETHER to a new and better tomorrow for our nation.
Even in the darkest days, we know that the sun will shine again and life, though changed will offer us a new beginning.
Be well, my friends.
CoffeeMate in the Season of the Virus
On a recent visit with my children at their newly acquired vacation home, I brought bags of groceries for us to share over the weekend and to help stock their shelves. I know you’re thinking that it’s a mom thing. It is, and I am, so let’s just go from there.
This son’s family is very low key. They’re great at finding entertainment in modest pleasures. They hike, watch cooking shows on YouTube and movies and especially like playing board games. So, we hiked
downtown. We watched movies and YouTube, played games and dined out. At night we got in touch with our pyromaniac selves when we built a fire in the fire pit and toasted marshmallows. Yum!
I was happy that they really liked nearly everything I’d brought. Harry, the younger son, adored the seafood salad. They all enjoyed the special cinnamon raisin loaf from the bakery. The snacks were terrific. We made good use of them while playing games. But, immediately, as I brought the container of CoffeeMate out of the bag, it drew a reaction. You know, CoffeeMate….the powdered coffee creamer. The “kids” saw it, and it was like “What?”
“Well,” I said, “you’re up here weekends, and if you run out of milk or cream or….” When I looked at them, I could see their eyes rolling and meaningful looks being traded. The words and music said, Hmmm, old lady deal. If you have adult or nearly adult children, I’m certain that you know how it goes. “We’ll never need anything like that,” one or the other said. “Just throw it into your cabinet,” I said, hoping for an abrupt end to the conversation. They were polite enough to do just that.
Fast forward. The winter has come and mostly gone. They had a great time skiing, enjoying weekends with their sons and with friends. Now, for all intents and purposes, the ski season is over. Even without the skiing, they were enjoying the place as a true getaway. The town is a fun place with lots of other spots to go to and things to do. But now, we’re in the season of the virus, and we’re not about fun.
When they saw what was ahead, Lisa and Todd went north to deep clean the house and clear out any food that was left behind because they couldn’t be certain about when they’d be able to return. They vacuumed the place, stripped the bedding, stored the ski equipment, and cleaned the bathrooms and kitchen. Finally, they got to the food. As they emptied the pantry, they discussed supplies to be brought home which weren’t available at their hometown market.
And then they came across the CoffeeMate. “OH MY GOD!!!” they both screamed in unison, “Mom is a GENIUS!”
Week 1: Walking is what we did.
During our first few days of our stay-at-home, Harriet and I decided we would be better off to extricate ourselves from the house to do walking at least once a day. We started after lunch. On the first day we took a jaunt up Lothrop Street to Lynch Park in Beverly and a trip around Lake Quannapowitt in Wakefield the next. A day later we walked the Swampscott-Lynn shoreline. The next walk was the shoreline and home via a warren of residential streets. Yesterday involved a trip to a mailbox.
Walking felt good, but you can see where this is going: shorter trips, closer to home. Fewer people too.
We’re spending less time in front of the television watching news reports, which can be both depressing and enraging. First, depressing: The deaths from coronavirus virus are overwhelmingly people over 60,
especially those with pre-existing conditions; you and I have targets on our backs. Enraging: The government, particularly the President, took a long time deciding this illness merited serious action. To err is human, but still, delayed, sometimes inept responses and irrelevant blaming of others spells trouble for hospitals trying to deal with a crush of the sick of every age.
We do what we can, wiping the surfaces we use, washing our hands frequently. Although you’re supposed to avoid touching your face, I found doing so difficult; no sooner than after washing, an eyelid or nose will itch, prompting an automatic response. I’ve gotten more proficient, yet it takes practice. The trouble is that my usual activities—reading, writing, editing photos—open lots of face-touching opportunities.
We’re also using free time to contact people we haven’t seen or heard from in a long time, friends and relatives. Strangely enough, people who typically are too occupied to respond now call back or answer their phones. Harriet has Projects; today she polishes the silver. I collect and review my will, trust, and medical proxy material so they are in order if the worse happens.
Evenings are given over to Netflix, HBO, and Amazon. Among the first movies we saw was the Adam Sandler vehicle “Uncut Gems.” His character is a middle-aged man operating a jewelry shop, with a wife, daughter, mistress, and a serious gambling addiction. I liked the opening but the main character’s many bad decisions got tiresome. Maybe I just find gambling boring.
We also saw Netflix’s “Self-Made,” starring Olivia Spencer playing the daughter of former slaves who made a fortune in the early 20th century selling hair care products to African-American women. It’s a very traditional and very affecting story (with music and dancing too) about a determined but flawed woman who manages to deal with the many conflicts threatening to keep her down.
Finally, we watched one of my favorites: Carol Reed’s 1949 “The Third Man.”
So far we’ve tried to straddle the line between panic and blind optimism with a realistic view of the possibilities we face.
A Meditative Time
My husband and I have just moved to a new place, having overdone our downsizing 7 years ago. We now have an expanding family and grandchildren and upsized a bit to have more room for visitors.
How ironic that here we are unpacking boxes and arranging rooms for guests that may not be able to come for a year or so, if we hopefully all stay well. Like so many others we are focused on the internal, appreciating that every object we have has a story to tell, reviewing our lives and keeping up routines and exercise.
It’s an oddly meditative time, a shared time to slow down and appreciate what our lives are. I feel blessed and privileged to have a place to live, food, and loved ones. The internet is a life-saver that allows us to communicate with others. I watch the news vigilantly until I can’t any longer.
The reality of our situation is hard to grasp, the fear encroaches on my meditative state in flickers. Mother Nature rages outside as we scramble to respond.
For now let us all hibernate, tune into our creativity and support each other and those we love.
Sheltering in Place
For me, it has been a delightful few weeks, enjoying my own company and dealing with projects I no longer could avoid.
First there was the luxury of not having to rise at 7 AM for an exercise class. However, going up and down the stairs was not much of an aerobic workout, so I then tried a set of Pilates exercises for all of 10 minutes – hey, I rationalized, “it’s better than nothing!”
Early on, like everyone else, I cleaned the kitchen cabinets, polished the chrome, and washed the floors – my contribution to “sanitizing in place,” but not something I am likely to soon repeat!
That done – taxes next presented themselves. (This was before the announcement of the new July deadline). I have always done my taxes the old fashioned way – manually with a calculator. My reasoning: At least I am in control and if there is a mistake, the government will let me know – as they always have. The results were not in my favor.
Another day was finally warm enough to clean the flower beds – and getting in squats at the same time. A walk through the new path by the Salem power plant was also a nice outdoor diversion.
Lots of time reading: old issues of the New Yorker magazine (anyone want them?) and discovering new books about African American rights activists and New York immigrant union suffragists – interesting additions to my course if I get to teach it in the fall. Indulging in binge watching of WGBH Passports dramas. Check out “Modus,” “Vienna Blood,” and “Beecham House” if you haven’t.
And lastly, home alone means the luxury of starting meals with dessert, proceeding to snacks, and ending with a main course of veggies and protein.
Life doesn’t get much better than this!
This time in history is a creativity explosion as people and countries come together to combat the coronavirus 2020. This challenge has been addressed medically, socially, economically, and also emotionally and spiritually on websites, radio and TV shows and in houses of worship. It has forced us to learn new skills and using our present skills to help us all combat this challenge.
We are learning that we are all creative and resilient in the face of adversity. I have seen communities and organizations supporting each other and those they are in contact with and even helping people they do not personally know through the giving of food and other necessities. Even counseling services are available on line, teletherapy, as are online support groups for many issues that people are dealing with. People have been giving food to neighbors and other people who are homebound and can’t get their needs met. They have run errands for people who could not take care of themselves.
I have seen people being creative in walking groups they formed, with friends and with their pets. They have been playing with their children on a daily basis. They have been doing yoga in their own homes, painting pictures, knitting, and doing other creative activities such as writing. People have been in daily contact using the phone and other technology. I saw encouraging signs in various communities offering hope and support to people who walked or drove by them. Also in stores people have been kind to each other and followed the instruction of the grocery stores they were entering to keep everyone safe during this epidemic. Colleges have put courses on line and have been helpful to those new to online teaching.
This was a creativity explosion in how people positively moved forward to solutions. People are learning from the past experiences and the new information to find solutions to the challenges they are facing. This can be used for our future lives. Keep moving forward, Look for the Good daily, Have an attitude of Gratitude, Help one another. We are resilient and have overcome past challenges and will do the same this time.
(A poem by Capuchin Franciscan Brother Richard Hendrick of Ireland, submitted by Carol Damon and reprinted here)
Yes there is fear. Yes there is isolation. Yes there is panic buying. Yes there is sickness. Yes there is even death.
But, They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise you can hear the birds again. They say that after just a few weeks of quiet The sky is no longer thick with fumes But blue and grey and clear. They say that in the streets of Assisi People are singing to each other across the empty squares, keeping their windows open so that those who are alone may hear the sounds of family around them.
They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. Today a young woman I know is busy spreading fliers with her number through the neighbourhood So that the elders may have someone to call on. Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples are preparing to welcome and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way All over the world people are waking up to a new reality To how big we really are. To how little control we really have. To what really matters. To Love.
So we pray and we remember that Yes there is fear. But there does not have to be hate. Yes there is isolation. But there does not have to be loneliness. Yes there is panic buying. But there does not have to be meanness. Yes there is sickness. But there does not have to be disease of the soul Yes there is even death. But there can always be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. Today, breathe. Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic The birds are singing again The sky is clearing, Spring is coming, And we are always encompassed by Love.
Open the windows of your soul And though you may not be able to touch across the empty square, Sing.
Coronavirus Diary 2
March just marched out. I don’t miss it at all—cold, drab, mostly dry. But there’s more: Both of our lives, Harriet’s and mine, have changed in ways neither would have anticipated two months ago.
We entered March with the sort of lives we both had asked for in retirement: lots of activity in volunteer work we rarely had time for in our working lives. Volunteer life itself could be hectic, but we were lucky. I have neither children nor living parents and Harriet has two adult children and grandchildren, all of whom live elsewhere. We know of others less fortunate, peers in their 60s, 70s and older working to support adult children, grandchildren or even parents. Older people with selves or others to support, dependent on retail jobs.
Our “retired” life came to an end during March. Originally the idea of lots of time with few obligations was enticing. We’d read the books we wanted to read, watch the movies we wanted to watch, start or finish projects we had always wanted to do.
Still, we can’t shut out what lies beyond our walls, nor do we want to. Being human means being social. Last weekend Harriet had her first cocktail hour on Zoom with a group of women friends she’s known for many years. Zoom is great for meetings too. And Facetime: Every evening we get together with Harriet’s grandson and the three of us take turns reading aloud from the first Harry Potter book. Never having brought up children of my own, I was surprised by how satisfying the experience could be.
Life beyond our walls: We started long walks in Beverly and Wakefield and moved closer to home on trips to Kings Beach, Redrock Park and Lynn Beach. (The photos I made of Lynn Shore East of Red Rock Park and King’s Beach, Lynn-Swampscott are shown below). Our most recent walks encompassed a square mile around our home. Our exercise on April 1 was at home—a senior exercise video pumped in from YouTube on my laptop. Yesterday Harriet walked her own path up and down the stairs and traversed the length of the house, back and forth. I normally do indoor exercises when we don’t go out, but I didn’t do them. Too tired.
On our last outdoor walk I wore a scarf around my face.
More life beyond our walls: You’ve seen the articles about the increasing number of cases, not only in our state but also in the country and the world. I don’t have to reiterate the bad news. Nor do I have to reiterate the stories about the looming crises: Essential problems of supply: food, medicines, medical equipment. Raw political conflict. Death. None of these can be minimized. We can duck our heads, as Harriet and I are trying to do, and find resources to support others in need. We do our best, as Harriet says, but if we can’t, we’ll deal with it.
Playing with Words, Thoughts, Images
Haiku presents the opportunity to express thoughts in a distinct abbreviated manner. I enjoy playing with words, thoughts and images.
I have watched the squirrels hog the feeder all winter and came to the conclusion that a squirrel-proof feeder was in order. I do feel pity for the squirrel as it tries to navigate this obstacle. Squirrels are agile, innovative, and acrobatic when it comes to food. Time will tell if this feeder is truly squirrel proof.
Staring forlornly at the feeder
How to access
Birds gain the squirrel’s loss
Loss of travel has been supplanted by a puppy.
Travel is but a memory
Nowhere to go
Photographs elicit excitement nostalgia regret
Until two weeks ago my approach to coping with “sheltering in place” had been weekly hikes in the MassAudubon Sanctuary in Topsfield. When putting finishing touches on a “Tales From Home” offering I checked their website to confirm some figures, only to discover that MassAudubon Sanctuaries had just locked up all their sanctuaries: too many visitors, overflow parking lots, and mobbed trails had made coronavirus infection too risky. I saw nothing like that in Topsfield, but I needed to find a new place to hike.
I thought the Boxford State Forest around Crooked Pond might work. I grew up in Topsfield near the Sanctuary but I knew Crooked Pond, so I decided to give it a try. I downloaded a map of the area from the State Forest website last week and went on a short reconnaissance, a couple of miles round trip. Compared to the Sanctuary, the trails here are rough and poorly marked, traversing an inscrutable mélange of hills, rocky outcrops, bogs and ponds. The map didn’t really address the complexity. Undaunted, I decided to give the new venue a try.
Driving to Boxford early yesterday I realized I had forgotten the map. It was problematic anyway so I figured I’d get by without it. Bald Hill was the destination for my first outing, at most a 2-hour hike doable before breakfast. I remembered the map situated Bald Hill about a mile west of the area I had reconnoitered. The sun was up and always in view in that leafless forest, so finding compass directions would not be a problem. A big problem as I headed west for Bald Hill was having to guess which fork to take at each fork in the trail. About a mile and several such decisions later, a pond blocked further progress, but still no Bald Hill. I was getting nowhere without a map so I decided to give it up for now, turned around, and began retracing my route. At some point I guessed wrong, took the wrong fork, and wandered into new territory. I turned around and backtracked again, hoping to correct that mistake. No luck. Rinse and repeat.
I was lost, for the first time in my life and in Massachusetts woods of all places. A humbling experience; I had never gotten lost in any of the serious wilderness areas I worked in out West. I was already tired and hungry, and only just beginning the 5-hour and almost 8-mile ordeal I would face before escaping those woods. When I finally reached my car, I couldn’t remember ever being so exhausted. After the drive home I made myself a sandwich but found I was too weak even to chew. Then odd things started happening to my vision. I considered calling 911.
An hour later I was fine. But no more winging it solo and map-less in Massachusetts woods for me. Turns out there are valuable life lessons to be learned, even whilst ”sheltering in place.”
Let’s Walk Marblehead’s Open Spaces
We see many more people walking our streets these days. We’ve always been told it’s good for our health, but now it’s also one of the best ways to beat the boredom of sheltering in place. In Marblehead we have an alternative in our natural, open spaces. Over the years our town has set aside eight conservation areas—the largest covering 46.6 acres—where anyone can walk or run or just sit to enjoy the natural, unbuilt forest.
While the Town of Marblehead oversees management of the land, it is maintained by the Marblehead Conservancy, a nonprofit, membership organization with a board of trustees. This volunteer group organizes the upkeep which makes it accessible. The Conservancy and some of its volunteer members keep these open spaces walkable.
If you should walk the trails on a Wednesday afternoon or Saturday morning, you may see some of the adult volunteers, the scouts, or students clearing the trails for you. They are there to keep 5.68 miles of trails open—to distribute wood chips, which keep those trails free of mud or water, to remove bittersweet vines, which choke the trees, and to remove other invasive plants. Volunteers have also constructed sturdy boardwalks where the trails pass through marshy waters. These platforms give visitors the opportunity to observe turtles and ducks and other water life up close.
If you walk or bike The Path, a former rail bed, you’ve probably noticed the wooden signs erected at each entrance to Town conservation areas. These signs give the name and acreage of the site. At almost all entrances to these open spaces, you’ll find a small, transparent box, which offers you a trail map. You won’t get lost. What surprises us is that some people who might enjoy these forests don’t know how accessible they are.
Sometimes people learn about the town’s open spaces when they stop at the Conservancy booth on Saturday mornings at the Farmers Market. Polly, my wife, and I volunteer at the booth twice each summer. We enjoy distributing free, printed information about conservation, including beautiful maps of Marblehead which highlight and describe our open spaces. You can get more information about the Marblehead Conservancy on its website, https://marbleheadconservancy.org/about-us/contact-us/. If you are so inspired, learn how you can join the Conservancy and become a volunteer. We do hope you also will enjoy your walks in these special places.
Comfort in Troubled Times
Have you heard about #songsofcomfort? This is the brainchild of world-renowned cellist and UN Peace Ambassador Yo-Yo Ma. In March, Ma introduced his idea of offering music free to the public as a way to soothe the stress being experienced by millions of people in the throes of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Ma challenged musicians to record videos of themselves performing musical pieces and to post them on social media sites (Instagram, Facebook, Twitter) with the hashtag #songsofcomfort (please don’t ask me to explain hashtags). Many have responded, amateurs and professionals alike. If you visit one of these sites and search for #songsofcomfort, you will see hundreds of postings by musicians of all calibers from around the world.
Ma himself has posted Bach, Dvorak, and more. James Taylor and Carole King have added some of their classic songs. But in addition to big names, countless unknowns (including yours truly) have answered the call, posting their takes on classical compositions, pop, folk, country, and original songs. Quality may vary, but the spirit underlying the effort remains the same — to provide a moment’s relief in a time of stress and worry, as people around the world sit housebound as a result of the pandemic.
I imagine that part of the reason musicians have responded in such numbers – aside from the aspirational nature of the endeavor – is that they are all currently out of work. Social distancing means no concerts. No national tours. No performances even in local bars and restaurants. With no way to gather an audience, musicians like me have no place to play and no one to play to.
In our North Shore area, the lively local bar scene is closed down for the duration. Many musicians I know are now sitting home counting the money they’ve lost. A friend of mine, well into retirement age for many, laments on Facebook that he’s lost $1,500 in a little over a month. “I know people have lost more, … but that is a lot of dineros to me,” he writes. Many of these local musicians have day gigs, as electricians, handymen, and so on. But of course many of these jobs are also on hold. Some do only music, relying somehow on luck and a lifetime of connections to keep them busy as many nights a week as they can swing. Now, poof, it’s gone, and they don’t know when it is coming back.
These musicians, in addition to missing the money, are itching to perform, which is their natural state of being. So, in addition to posting #songsofcomfort, many are posting their own live-streamed performances. Some are also soliciting tips through online payment services such as Venmo or PayPal. If you have a chance to support some of these local troubadours, by all means do so. In the meantime, we can look forward to the day when the bars and restaurants open again, and we can hear live local music once more. When that day comes, I’ll look for you in the audience.
Coronavirus Diary 3 – In Praise of Miranda
How many Goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is!
O brave new world that has such people in ‘t!
The Tempest V.1.185-187
In 2005, two years after we lost two cats to the vicissitudes of old age, my wife Barbara decided to get another pair. We’d been stunned by our cats’ deaths and the taxing medical care required to keep them alive. Barbara hadn’t mentioned getting another until one day in 2005, she turned and said,” I want to go back to the Northeast Shelter.”
We picked two female domestic shorthairs, one gold and white, the other dark brown and black with a white throat. The latter was the mother of the former and was a year older. She was smaller too.
The woman at the shelter told us the names given by the previous owner were Oprah and Ophelia. Oprah was the darker one, the mother. Ophelia, the daughter, was the lighter one. On the way home, we decided to rename the mother. Since Ophelia was a decidedly Shakespearean name, we ran through a selection of female names from the plays and settled on Miranda.
Our two cats flourished in our household and quickly displayed their personalities. Ophelia was outgoing and craved affection. Miranda was shy and retiring. She often found obscure hiding places where she’d vanish at the slightest jarring noise.
Then life intervened. Barbara’s illness worsened and I took over the cats’ care and feeding, a long learning process. In 2010, Barbara went into a nursing home, upending our 40-plus years of living together. She died three years later. I sold the house and the cats, and I moved into a condo.
Watching the cats together, I realized Ophelia was the dominant member of the couple. When I prepared to shower before bed, Miranda jumped on the bed and demanded affection. After I returned from showering, she leapt off the bed, reserving pride of place for Ophelia, who would jump up and spend the night.
When I met Harriet in 2014, she was the proud owner of Snowy, a white female Tabby who didn’t like to compete for her attention. Once we decided the three cats wouldn’t kill each other, we moved in together in 2017. Snowy occupied the upstairs and my two occupied a basement window perch. The arrangement lasted until 2019, when both Snowy (14 years) and Ophelia (15 years) died.
Miranda, the oldest, is the only one left. Without the others, she’s come into her own, leaving the basement to roam the house. She’s gained more weight and is more active. She jumps on my lap as I write and curls up next to Harriet as she reads. When we watch Netflix in the evening, she warms herself, putting her chin over my hand or napping alongside us. We may not be the “beauteous” people of the quote, but she seems content. In our brave new world we are together, three oldsters sharing our time and space.
Good Vibrations Spring 2020
Growth for me through this crisis has been manifested through me becoming increasingly aware of my thinking and the vibration of the energy from my thoughts. These vibrations, whether positive or negative, from my thoughts affects my happiness and those around me. I also now pay close attention to the world and the energy for good that is being shown that overcomes negative energy of these challenging times.
I have a choice now to take back my life energy and live in solutions to challenges. Every day I start my day by saying that I am going to have a good day and what will I learn this day and how can my spirit help others who are going through difficult times. I try to keep a daily routine as I always do, modifying it as needed, but still being creative and productive, not destructive. I want to remember that we are all resilient and survivors and that we are strong and can overcome any future challenges we are presented within our future life. We are all survivors.
I have learned that I can retrain my mind to have positive habits of thought rather than negative ones. What I dwell on becomes a habit so I want my thought habits to be positive and use my time and talents in a positive manner. I have learned to count my blessings daily and not take the little things for granted. I make a daily gratitude list. I know the importance of having friends that I can reach out to and share my concerns so that I can get objectivity about my issues and then use my wise mind, not my emotions, to help me make good decisions. I have a choice now.
I have learned to live life with no regrets to tell the people in my life how much I love and appreciate what they are doing. It is also important to be kind and thankful to people I have met working in grocery stores and other places that work with the public and try to meet their consumer needs. They are always grateful for this appreciation. I have also noticed how even strangers are friendly to each other and supportive. A smile can make a person’s day.
Spring is here with new life, new hope and positive vibrations. We can take in this flowering creative energy and use it as a reminder to stay positive and SMILE. Our brain and body will thank us for these good vibrations and we will also be helping others because positive vibrations are healing and up lifting to their body and spirit.
Emergence of Spring on Green’s Hill
Just about every day since this strange time began 5 to 6 weeks (months?) ago, Tim and I have opened the gate from our back yard and started our hike on the relatively small Green’s Hill, a public 17-acre space set aside by the city of Beverly.
The main trail is a mere one mile one-way that winds through woods skirting the rocks on the Bass River. Hike it two ways, as we do, and you’ve accomplished two miles, while hiking up rocky hills,
keeping your footing on narrow paths on modest cliffs alongside the river, balancing across a board set in place at a marshy spot during this wet spring, and finally finding your bliss at a footbridge that always offers a view of shore birds. A dry crop of tall reeds that are sure to green up in coming weeks grows into the water’s edge. We don’t leave home without our binoculars.
Our walking regimen on Green’s Hill has allowed us to witness the daily changes as winter unfolds to spring, from brittle browns to vibrant greens. A few days ago, we were there to witness the display flights of several downy woodpeckers, and we heard their drumming on trees nearby. We were there on the brilliant blue Easter morning in time to hear the bells from a church downtown. Because we have no place to be, we can actually be there for that hour or so, really looking at how the warmth of the sun is changing this part of the world and noticing the appearance of returning life.
We sometimes see one or two people on the trail when we are there. On Easter, it was a young man with his baby in a pack on his chest and his dog on a leash. Another day it was a mother and her teenage daughter. We all step off the trail to give each other distance, while remarking on sun and the relief of being outside.
Make no mistake about it: This is not a walk in Muir Woods. From the trail, we see the town of Beverly, the ball park, the Bridge Street Bridge, the boats still in dry dock at a couple of small marinas, and the line of cars waiting for their turn at the drive-up window at Starbucks on Elliott Street. Green’s Hill is a bit scruffy, with docks still waiting to be placed in the water and occasional bits of trash blown in over the water by the latest rain and wind storm. The large backyards of houses seem to tumble down toward the trail in places.
But Green’s Hill is full of life, and every day we witness its revival.
Tales from Home
Bill and I have been living in Brooksby Village for the last five years. We moved into our 4th floor apartment the day before the blizzard of 2015. From our sunroom windows overlooking a large pond, we watched the benches around the pond disappear, buried in deep snow. The plows began their work when roads became passable and then continued day and night until walks, roads and parking lots were cleared. If we ever had a doubt about leaving our Swampscott home, the blizzard put that idea away forever.
This morning, while we ate our breakfast we gazed at the pond as two cormorants were diving for fish; the mallards in the “boys club” were dabbling for food; and the egret was back, making elegant poses, for only the second time this spring.
Our assumption is that the female mallards are busy sitting on nests because none are here swimming beside their far more beautiful males. When the females were at the pond during mating time, the males did a lot of chasing and attacking each other in an effort to maintain their status. It was quite a show to watch.
I know I’m not supposed to like the Canadian geese that leave messes on our walks. But, when I see a beautiful pair of them on the pond, it pleases me. There has been a couple coming around lately – only two have been here so far this spring. However, if flocks of geese do show up, the Brooksby Navy and/or the Dog Patrol will come to chase them away.
The Brooksby Navy is a man in a canoe who goes out on the pond and pursues the geese until they fly away. The Dog Patrol is a woman who brings a big dog in a van. She walks the dog around the pond. The dog gets excited, jumps into the water and attacks the flock – very effectively. Honking loudly, the geese fly away and stay away a long time. I always take photos of these “important” events.
So, here we are, in coronavirus lock-down at Brooksby Village. If we hadn’t known it before, we sure know now that we made the right move at the right time. We miss the company of family and friends but feel comfortable and safe, protected by Brooksby management’s rules.
In order to follow CDC guidelines and prevent crowds, all clubs, meetings, classes, movies, the gym, swimming pool, wood-shop, and dining rooms are cancelled or closed. Brooksby employees deliver to our doors our dinners, our mail, any packages or groceries we ordered, and any other gifts or essentials brought for us by family or friends.
We are both surprised at how busy we are even without any appointments or events. Bill is preparing a new class to offer to Explorers and Brooksby – whenever. And, I’m working on a new pencil drawing as well as spending too much time reading and writing emails.
I’ve enjoyed reading the published “Tales From Home” and always considered the Compass a valuable and interesting feature of Explorers. Hope EVERYONE manages to stay well and that we meet again “in all the old familiar places.”
One Day at a Time
When earlier in March I arrived home facing the soon to be first day of quarantine, my first thought was “I cannot do this.” Of course, I soon knew that I had no choice! But how?
First, Acceptance! Realizing that I had no choice, I knew that I needed a plan to ease my immediate fears of not being able to fill the many hours of the newly found freedom that loomed ahead. Needing to take action, I thought, “Why not create a plan of things to do that would keep me busy.” With some element of priority, I began to list the all too many overdue or partially completed at home projects. My concerns quickly diminished. I knew I had much to do in the days and weeks. With this positive sense of direction, I slept much better than expected on that first night. The next morning I would begin.
Much to my surprise, the waking hours of each day have passed more quickly than I ever could have anticipated. Here’s why!
Casual mornings soon became the new normal: morning news, weather checks, no time-pressured appointments, an occasional second cup, or a glance through new emails would give mornings an often much later than expected start. The casual mornings eventually transitioned to the getting ready for and planning for the remainder of the day ahead.
The List! It’s now time to choose whether to continue to work on a partially completed project or to choose, perhaps, a more interesting task from the list. A well-intended start until a book catches the eye and the urge to continue reading interrupts or perhaps the ringing of the phone. Knowing that, in times like these, it is especially important to keep in touch with friends both near and far, I answer. As one thing often leads to another before it seems possible that it’s time for lunch and maybe a glance at the mid-day news. Did I mention that I forgot to include the everyday responsibilities such as the cleaning and laundry? And, so the day continues.
It’s very quiet here. Neighbors adhere to social distancing and stay-at-home recommendations as do I. Building rules require limiting the elevator and lobby to one person at a time. I walk regularly with a neighbor and his son, Kenny, who visits often and arrives with his wife and very feminine, while at the same time somewhat of a tomboyish 4-year-old daughter. I’ve enjoyed getting to know them. It is refreshing to watch this preschooler, who doesn’t understand what is happening as adults do, quickly whirling around on her bicycle with no training wheels, using only her feet for brakes, or climbing trees as far she feels safe in a pink girly dress. All contact is outside wearing masks and keeping a safe distance at all times. It’s a nice break. Oh, Kenny does food shopping as well! My only requirement is to maintain social distancing and not to enter his dad’s house.
A phone call from the parents of a newborn who are feeling isolated and unable to share the joy of their first born. They have decided to take a ride so that baby Charlie’s great grandmother could meet her great grandchild the first time, albeit through the car window and scrunched in the car seat. Although I had already visited, being on the route to grandmother’s house I was included. Sometimes it’s the little things that make you smile and this was one for me.
Soreness not resolved with the traditional home remedies soon required an uncertain attempt to reach the dentist. Fearing the need to visit one of a few open offices for emergencies, I was first prescribed an antibiotic. A visit would be required following the treatment. With mask and fear of the unexpected, I complied. For now the issue is resolved. There are some things that require attention even within a stay at home advisory. The future remains uncertain.
These interruptions are welcome, but eventually end and the days return to what is now referred to the new normal. I look forward to future surprise calls and virtual visits.
I also must keep up with my on-line Words with Friends games and those ever so frequently sent Trivia questions. Did you know that Lesotho is an independent nation within the borders of South Africa or that if Paul Revere had actually said, “The British are coming,” it would be like saying the Americans are coming today as they were all British? Not all questions are particular relevant, but they challenge the memory, reasoning powers, and they often stimulate further investigation or clarification and help pass the time. The most interesting are those that take you around the world through beautiful landscapes, majestic buildings, sharing both historical and cultural similarities and differences.
After dinner it is Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. Oh, I cannot forget Boggle. Having been recently reintroduced to this fun and challenging game, I find myself enjoying practice sessions while attempting
to retrain my eyes to scan the 4 x 4 letter grid in search of words greater than four letters. This, in preparation for frequent games which, through the phone and internet, allow the simultaneous playing with three friends in miles apart locations. It’s both fun and educational but more importantly is a great connection with three much missed friends.
Beyond the passing of each day, a weekly treat to look forward to helps the week to pass. Every Saturday I plan a takeout dinner from Toscana, a local restaurant. Being less than a mile away, my selection brought directly to my car is convenient and safe with all proper precautions in place.
I’m quickly learning how long some things take to complete without the limits of time. I still have The List!
Moving Towards the Light
As we come out of the fear, doubt, and insecurity that resulted from the Covid pandemic, it is helpful to think about what we each have learned and how we have become wiser and stronger as the result of our experience.
I have learned to be grateful for the small things in life like toilet paper, disinfectants, and food that is on the shelves that I took for granted and thought would always be there.
I am grateful to the health care workers, doctors, nurses, dentists and other professionals who provided great care during the moments of crisis. I learned how valuable the truck drivers, restaurant owners and other small business owners, and large chain stores are, as well as the mail personnel, garbage collectors, ambulance drivers, police and fire departments.
I have seen fire departments bring joy to children by having fire trucks with Happy Birthday Banners on them drive to children’s homes to celebrate because the children could not have parties due to the virus and social distancing. I have read how people in government had the hard job of making decisions regarding how they were going to manage the crisis so that everyone was safe. I have seen how people have come together to take care of people in need, providing basic necessities, along with shelter and medical care.
I have seen people take care of dogs and cats and other animals and the large number of cats and dogs adopted by people who want to care for them.
I am grateful for my family and friends, and I let them know what they mean to me. I try to show kindness to strangers, for who knows what they may be going through.
I am grateful to the medical researchers who are working together to find a vaccine to prevent the virus and also treatments for those people who contracted the virus.
Also on line, with Zoom and other sites, innovators have come up with so many ways for people to come together for gym workouts, yoga, book clubs, music, art, foreign language classes, all kinds of college courses, religious services, and various social groups.
Now as we are seeing promise of society opening up and sunlight coming in, we can all see how creative and resilient we are, and we can spread hope. Sending out positive energy lifts peoples’ spirit. We can all look at the many lessons we have learned both as individuals and as a culture. This will benefit us and future generations.
Thank you to everyone.
Life Changes and We Do Too
When we were first married and still childless, Jay would often come home on a Friday evening from his classes at Boston College. During dinner, as if hit by a lightning bolt, he’d ask, “Want to go to New York?” And we both knew that he meant for us to leave in less than an hour.
“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll call your mom and ask her,” I’d answer. It was, by then, maybe six or seven pm.
“Syl, feel like going to New York tonight?” Never one to pass up a good time, she invariably answered, Sure! Just give me 10 minutes to wash my face, throw a few pairs of bloomers in a bag. I’ll call Mama and Henny to let them know.” Edith and Henry, nicknamed Henny by his grandsons who couldn’t pronounce his name properly, lived in midtown Manhattan.
We’d pack our weekend bags, pick up Sylvia in Peabody, and within a half hour or so we’d be on the road. By the time that the 11 o’clock news came on, we’d be having a cup of tea on West 72nd Street with Edith and Henny.
This past Tuesday, I ventured out to the CVS because my prescription renewed. It took more time and more forethought to get there, though in all probability it’s only a quarter of a mile from my condo. These, my friends, are no ordinary times.
First, I took time on Monday night to think about what else there was that I might need in the store. After all, it’s not every day that I can just pick myself up to go to the CVS!
Then, on Tuesday morning, I prepared for assault on CVS. There was no time for breakfast…only a quick coffee. Old people need to go early even though there are no “old folks’ hours” at CVS. We are now like Pavlov’s dogs. After grooming and dressing, no make-up necessary, the mask takes care of that, I had to pack the assault weapons: gloves, mask and paper barriers to use here in the building to press elevator buttons and push lobby doors open. Oh, and don’t forget the sanitizer to use on your hands after removing gloves but before entering car.
That evening, I emailed a friend about my foray into the “new world,” describing how the pharmacy counter is totally walled off in Lucite. I wrote about how the clerk scans your items through a small square cutout in the wall at waist height, and you do your own bagging. My friend sent a return email, “Wow, you had a much more interesting day than I!”
Two or three other friends called later in the day. I told them about my trip. This was big news because our worlds have become so small and lackluster. And yes, the friends were interested in the new world and asked questions because these, my friends, are no ordinary times.
Battling the Flu
As a freshman at Northwestern University, I was assigned to read Pale Horse, Pale Rider. It was a long, sensitive story Katherine Ann Porter wrote about the Spanish flu at the end of World War I. That flu has just passed its 100th anniversary, and now we are forced to celebrate it with COVID-19. Our present struggles with the flu show we haven’t learned much from our past.
One way our family copes with this reality began when my daughter Sydney invited 14 of us to gather with each other on a computerized service, Zoom. This wasn’t to observe social distancing—we’re separated by the distances between Marblehead, NYC, Austin, Santa Fe, California and Washington State. This time Syd, as host, urged us to have a family book club. Under our present circumstances, the story had to be Pale Horse, Pale Rider.
Reading the story this time is much different than it was for an innocent freshman, but it is so vividly and logically written that I have never forgotten it. Perhaps Porter didn’t forget the idea because she suffered the flu in 1918-19, when she lived in Denver. She published her gripping story 20 years later.
It starts with Miranda, the protagonist, having a frightening dream of riding with death, a companion rider. When not dreaming, Miranda writes reviews of local plays for the newspaper, a job she doesn’t like, in an oppressive atmosphere. She’s badgered by Liberty Bond reps, and she isn’t paid enough to buy a Bond. All her pressures are magnified because she is unknowingly falling victim to the flu as the action grows from that terrible dream.
But she has caught the interest of Adam, who lives at the same rooming house. He is a beautiful specimen, and he treats Miranda thoughtfully. However, like many young men of that time, he is preparing to go to the war America has entered. Reports from the front convince him and some others, likewise ready, that he is going to die in Europe.
Meanwhile, the crescendo of Miranda’s flu continues, and while Adam is eagerly helpful, he must leave. She begins slipping in and out of consciousness. Porter’s prose here is as emotionally charged as poetry. It echoes some of the ideas and events which occurred earlier in the story.
This short novel gave our family much to discuss about World War I and another, earlier flu. The two merge as Miranda dreams again, now deliriously. From her pillow, she sees herself leaving a ship which is about to sail into a jungle, “a writhing and secret place of death.” She looks back and sees herself on the ship; she hears voices crying “Danger, danger, danger…and War, war, war.”
We came together through the story, having discussed many more of its themes and images and having felt some of the same fears Porter portrays. Most of all, we could see and talk with each other for support in the present, difficult time.
To Do List (Reevaluated)
I thought I would look back to my original list of to do’s at home to see how well I was doing. Needless to say, 6 weeks of isolation has changed some of my priorities. I fear that ennui is setting in, and I have even come to say that I like having no schedule.
Staying at home is really not that bad. I do miss Trader Joe’s. Although I have not yet run out of toilet paper, I am in need of laundry detergent. Every day is basically the same as the day before. A positive note is that I no longer feel stressed (is ennui stress?). My sleep pattern has improved, I am eating three meals a day (in moderation), I am not snacking, the TV is quiet during the day, and I look forward to streaming on Netflix, HBO and Amazon at night. Crossword puzzles, words with friends and Sudoku have become a morning ritual. Sounds ideal, hum…..
So back to my list:
- No daylight television*
- Read books*
- Knit to my heart’s content
- Find an exercise app.*
- No snacking*
- Organize my pictures
- Start writing
- Sing in the shower
- Walk outside*
Today I started to write again. I do question how long this task will continue, as I do call writing a task. It should be a desire, and I am certainly not there yet. Perhaps this is the reason that I do not set time aside during the day for this endeavor.
I am easily distracted, looking at my pictures elicits too many memories, reading makes me sleepy, and I fear that my neighbors will hear me singing in the shower. Knitting I yearn for. I have the needles, but not the right wool, although I did finish two felted hats.
Many years ago my sister Nancy and I started an ill-fated business call Klos Knits. After we found that this endeavor was not going to support us, we abandoned it. Somehow this pandemic has resurrected our desire to knit and sell since unfortunately none of the family seems to want our products. Thrift stores are an option for donations if all else fails.
Coronavirus Diary 4: The Overnighter
If you’re at home and most of your activities are solitary—like writing, for instance–it’s easy to fall into the Covid derangement trap. Spending your day watching the news ratchets it up. You don’t need much incentive to imagine the rough beast of chaos crouching on your doorstep. Especially if you need to go to the hospital.
I left home on Saturday April 18 because I was having episodes of dizziness, seemingly more serious than what I’d had previously. I was diagnosed with coronary artery disease last year and I (wrongly, it turned out) attributed them to it. Harriet drove me to the hospital near where I see my primary doctor. I also knew I’d get a Covid test, but I wanted one anyway.
The regular emergency room was shut off, but a glassed-in admitting desk was near the entrance. I told them what happened. A woman dressed in a gown, face shield and mask immediately gave me the nasal
Covid test. It brought tear-inducing discomfort but was quick: I’d get the results later that day or the next, she said.
An aide brought me to a small room behind the hospital’s front desk. Face-shielded personnel administered an EKG. I was put on a monitor displaying my temperature, blood pressure, and blood oxygen level. The blood pressure was higher than usual, but everything else was normal. They told me my heart was “stressed” and was having trouble getting oxygen, and the monitor seemed to reflect that.
I was taken to the 4th floor and placed in a room to await test results. The first nurse I saw told me my temperature was 99. She warned a higher temperature than that was not a good sign. If my test was positive, I would be placed under “support.” The word evoked a hellish landscape, though I’m sure it wasn’t her intention.
That was Saturday; I spent the day in the room behind a closed door. No visitors were permitted, so I talked with Harriet on Facetime. Masked nurses read my vitals at intervals. Except for blood pressure, they were normal. I slept well. Sunday was a copy of Saturday. Closed door, regular readings, passable food, Facetime chats.
Monday dawned and I was told I needed another test; the first was negative. A few hours later a doctor informed me that my cardiologist had released me. No second test was necessary, which surprised the nurse who opened the door at noon to give it to me. An aide led me down the elevator to the entrance. He told me the coronavirus cases were not in any one place but in various places in the hospital. He didn’t elaborate; I didn’t pursue.
I went to the hospital because of a problem. I was examined, tested, and released by cordial, informed staff. But questions remained. Would it have been different if I had gone in 2019? In my case maybe, but I’m getting the follow-up I need. And I’m happy to be home.
A few eclectic suggestions to read or re-read while we are all at home:
People of the Book, by Geraldine Brooks: Inspired by a true story, People of the Book tracks the journey of the Sarajevo Haggadah through its long and fascinating journey, through the eyes of a young Australian rare-book expert. “When Hanna, a caustic loner with a passion for her work, discovers a series of tiny artifacts in its ancient binding – an insect-wing fragment, wine stains, salt crystals, a white hair – she begins to unlock the book’s mysteries” (Libby review). Truly, a “must-read.”
Chief Inspector Gamache Series, by Louise Penny: This series follows the career and cases of Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Surete du Quebec. With his group of intriguing colleagues, Gamache solves mysterious murders while interacting with the charming residents of the village of Three Pines, a tiny hamlet south of Montreal.
These are great mystery reads with a good dose of philosophical reflection – “Three Pines is a state of mind – when we choose tolerance over hate, kindness over cruelty, goodness over bullying; when we choose to be hopeful not cynical, then we live in Three Pines” (Louise Penny).
Sounds pretty good these days. There are 15 novels in the series – plenty to fill your reading time!
Just Mercy, by Bryan Stevenson: “The opposite of poverty isn’t wealth. The opposite of poverty is justice” (Bryan Stevenson). If those words resonate with you, this work of non-fiction will be of interest. This compelling read details Bryan Stevenson’s coming-of-age journey fighting for justice and equality for those most desperate among us: the poor, the wrongly convicted and condemned, and women and youth caught in our criminal justice system.
Also a recent motion picture (which stayed fairly true to the book), Just Mercy shows our broken and problematic system of justice, but also suggests that “we all need mercy, we all need justice, and – perhaps – we all need some measure of unmerited grace” (Bryan Stevenson).
Things to do at Home
My husband and I have e-visited the following museums online: National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC; Museum D’Orsay in Paris; Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam; Guggenheim Museum in New York; Rijks Museum in Amsterdam; The Museum of the City of New York; and the National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art in South Korea.
At each museum we reviewed some of the paintings and the artists, selecting our favorites, and then we created a list of the artists and paintings we would like to visit.
My list includes, for example, Johannes Vermeer at the National Gallery of Art, and his paintings A Lady Writing, 1665; The Lace Maker, A Maid Asleep, and The Girl with a Pearl Earring.
The Museum of the City of New York was especially interesting with a list of Broadway productions dating back to 1896. We knew of many and had seen a few. I’m not sure if we will ever do anything with our list, but it was an interesting exercise.