The end of May brought a serious change. I turned up the June calender and there are lots of activities scheduled. That seems so weird because other than my work it’s been empty for so long. Sports are now allowed here and so my other half resumed his soccer life. There are also meetings, vaccine dates (!) and a doctor’s appointment. Just like that it’s all back.
So the sounds were all familiar and yet it seemed strange. Players calling for the ball, vehicle noise in the background with the beach volleyball music in the background. The sports complex area seemed as busy as usual and although there was some obvious social distancing not everyone was and not a lot of masks. It seemed just the “seniors” like us. Granted it is all outdoors so that does decrease the risk.
I sat in the stands, socially distanced, from my friend. It was the first time we have seen each other since last March. She said it felt awkward. I found the post game drink thing daunting and so sent my other half to the outside lounge without me and besides they could only half six per table and there are 12 on the team. Not everyone goes but it is a real team building aspect for these guys; it’s their social world as well so I felt better mentally to skip it.
It’s strange how ordinary it feels until someone comes too close. Then it feels like somewhere I would rather not be – kind of like those certain crowded spots in Costco that make me cringe.
I chose to sit under a tree in the shade and absorb the atmosphere while contemplating this blog post. Well that is until the frigging ants drove me crazy and I had to find a park bench. Then I grew restless and wandered over to the community garden to check it out. I also found some liliacs bushes on public property at the recycling center which made my day!
I wish we all had our second doses before we opened up but the vaccination rates are meeting the targets and hospitalizations are done so I guess it makes sense. I guess at this point we all do what feels right in our own minds and communities. I was ok with an outside visit but not ok with close contact around a table so I didn’t.
The holding pattern is falling away. Life is resuming, for better or for worse, we are still all in this together.
Ps the soccer team becomes a bubble of 12 players times four teams and the same referee. It’s over 50 soccer so there’s not a lot of body contact. I know that the guys on Ron’s team have most likely all had their first shots and like us live a fairly risk-free lifestyle.