I spend the sunset moments in gratitude, ever mindful of my rural isolation and my blessings. The fiery sky was ablaze and far more interesting than anything on the TV behind me. It reminds me to count my blessings. And yet….
And yet … well for one thing the north wind is brutally cool and intensely unrelenting. As it has been all day although at one point it was a hot dry wind. The seasons are changing and everyone around me seems to lament that summer is gone or going. That’s why soaking in the outside playtime was so special yesterday.
And yet… the isolation chronicles must tell the truth here despite it feeling I’m telling tales out of school. Although I am telling it through my eyes and with my isolation insulation feelings.
Living a rural life, much simplified because of Covid, has made me isolated. Yes I work but it’s a small group and we wear masks and wash our hands relentlessly — long before Covid.
Social outtings have been few and far between since March but I’ve had two this week. Quite different tales and it’s made me realize two things: isolation insulation is real and pandemic fatigue does seem to exist.
The first outing was full on social distancing with well thought out walking patterns, service of beverages and group interactions. We did a Scotch tasting river cruise with friends. The above factors and the weather made the evening very comfortable.
The second event was a wonderful celebration of a nursing career that spanned decades; all done with a smile, stellar knowledge and endless energy. The gathering was kept small due to Covid and her desire to go out without great fanfare. Held at a small golf course indoor private dining area but alas the physical distancing just wasn’t as evident as one would have suspected for a bunch of health care professionals. Now 90% of these people see each other at work all the time but that’s not my “bubble” so to speak and no one was wearing masks (we were after all eating and drinking). I was acutely uncomfortable several times and backed up on a few occasions. It was apparently obvious because when people starting leaving and giving hugs no one came near me, which was ok.
Perhaps it is because of the isolation insulation. Days can go by with only seeing my other half or perhaps our daughter and grandchildren. We go to stores the bare minimum (like we still haven’t done the Sarcan recycling), wear masks and use hand sanitizer when out. If it wasn’t for work I’d be home even more and quite content for that.
Perhaps that’s why I don’t feel any pandemic fatigue. I am not out often enough for it to be bothersome. Perhaps it’s age that keeps the fatigue away as I duly noted that one of the other 60+ year olds also hugged no one and kept her distance. Perhaps I’ve just grown overly cautious or perhaps I am on target to keep the disease at bay.
I guess the take away is that we all need to feel comfortable doing what must be done. We have to weigh the risks versus the benefits (I’d like to invent a hug elixir that gives one the same feelings as a real hug!) of our actions. We also have to respect other people’s choices and support what feels right for them.
It’s never a bad thing to have a reminder of the how and why and this article is a good review by an ER Doc. Worth the few minutes it takes to read it. It was inside this Covid19 review written by an East coast Canadian blogger that I follow.
As per usual I suspect strongly those reading are already doing these actions but I would be really interested in knowing if any readers feel like they are suffering from pandemic fatigue? I think winter will certainly be a challenge this year and so I am trying to appreciate the outside opportunities with others while we can.