|It was 5 Weeks into the Pandemic before we could find Toilet Paper|
You know sometimes you need to be careful what you wish for...
Because it might just happen.
I never in the darkest, wildest parts of my imagination wished for a global pandemic that wipes out hundreds of thousands of lives. And infects countless others with a horrifying painful disease attacking multiple body systems forcing many on respirators because their oxygen saturation fell way below 90, being put into medically induced comas and when they did survive and kick the enemy, they had a very long recovery regaining their strength and stamina. The gut wrenching ban on loved ones at the bedsides, terrified patients had only strangers, scared, overworked medical professionals to comfort them through this illness. I can't imagine what it was like to die alone. Or know your loved one died alone.
I never wished for our economy to be shut down. People suddenly without income. Bills to pay, no money. Planes grounded. Restaurants shuttered. Schools scrambling to shift to internet based learning. Parents forced to become teachers. People who could work at home had to do so while caring for their children. People who couldn't work at home were unemployed. People working in essential front line occupations had to suit up and trudge in to work, scared they would contract the virus and bring it home to their loved ones.
I stopped working outside the home about 10 years ago. I was an EMT in a satellite hospital emergency room. We were understaffed and the professional environment was toxic. I had just settled my father's estate when my mother suddenly passed away. I missed them so much. I didn't want to be away from my husband and children, driving in ice storms in the middle of the night when financially, I didn't need to be.
I'm a writer, so the mandatory quarantine didn't affect my day to day work. My husband is a retired firefighter who has been working for a railroad for the past 11 years. He'd been talking about retiring last year after our children both got married, but he hadn't quite decided to give it up yet. When the pandemic hit, and everyone was scrambling to figure out how to safely work and social distance, he finished his shift, got off the train and told his supervisor he was retiring immediately.
So suddenly after more than three decades of marriage, we're both at home. No more shift work. No more long nights alone. No more long days alone. We're together. Forever. I don't have to be scared when I hear the monkeys in the attic. I don't have to be scared in the middle of the night when the smoke detector awakens me in a pouring rainstorm. I don't have to figure out how to keep the dogs away from repairmen. I don't have to supervise repairmen, wondering if they are up-charging the little lady.
I don't have to worry about stray dogs and bears and snakes when I'm outside. My hero is protecting me.
Incredibly, some things I never thought to wish for are popping up. He's taken over cleaning out the robot vacuums and running them; folding the towels; and cooking and doing the dishes.
He is a chef and a foodie and loves eating out and watching cooking shows. I'm pretty burnt out on food because of whatever is wrong with my body that it refuses to lose weight no matter what exercise and diet regime I plow into. Keto, intermittent fasting, running, every Les Mills class, spin cycling, yoga. I'm 5' and was 97 pounds when I married him at age 18. I've spent 20 years trying to get back below 120. I consistently stayed in the 140's, dipping into the 130's from time to time. I asked for help from two doctors who both told me to stop trying to lose weight. Well, since the pandemic hit and I'm completely sedentary and have a chef feeding me, I'm now not only in the 150's, I'm stuck in them.
So anyhow, I don't like eating out several times a week like he does. The food is okay, but not delicious and worth all the money we pay, in my opinion. But he loves it. And I love him so I go. But now we can't eat in restaurants so I'm secretly overjoyed. We get curbside to go once a week and eat in the car, because it's never good congealed or cold after we drive home.
We love traveling but he used to book too many trips. I wanted a break at home. Well, I got my wish. Shame on me. Now we can't go anywhere. Disney World is closed! We can't drive up to see our son in Pennsylvania. I miss him so much.
We did see him in the beginning of March, then took a train from Virginia to Colorado, with a layover in Chicago. We had no idea how contagious the virus was then. I don't see how we weren't exposed to it, riding in coach and wandering around Chicago and Denver and the Winter Park Ski Resort.
|Sherry & Mike at the Winter Park Ski Resort, Colorado|
I always thought it would be nice if we could find something we both enjoyed to watch on TV. Found it! The Good Witch on the Hallmark Channel. I wrote a whole blog post about how it has made me want to be a better person.
|Catherine Bell in The Good Witch|
I always wanted him to grow a beard. He did. And it grew and grew and I told him to shave.
|Homemade Face Masks|
I always wanted to walk my dogs daily, but Lady, my yellow Husky/Beagle mix is a puller and Angie, my Black Lab/Great Pyrenees/Border Collie barks at other dogs and we keep our grand dog a Beagle/Husky/Rottweiler/Terrier a few days each week when our daughter and husband both work nights. Two or three dogs is no problem now that my husband is with me. Hooray!
|Lady is our Husky/Beagle (1 Beagle Ear 1 Husky Ear)|
|Angie is our Labrador Retriever/Great Pyrenees/Border Collie|
|Our Grand Dog Franklin is a Beagle/Husky/Rottweiler/Terrier|
|Dahlias, Daisies, Hibiscus, Roses & Tomato Plants|
My daughter and husband both lost a friend during this pandemic. I pray the scientists find a cure and a vaccine and isolate how this thing is transmitted so we can all get back to a great big beautiful world
|Stay Well Stay Pawsitive We Love You Sign at Elementary School|
|Mike pulling Lady from under the bed, her favorite getaway|
|Angie and Mike|
|Lady & Angie|
|Sherry doing her nails on the deck|
|Mike trying on my homemade mask prototype|
|Angie, Lady & Frank Tug of War|