March 13th, 2020 – March 13th, 2021
The real onslaught of COVID-19 in my mind was the weekend of March 13th-16th due to the actual shutting down of everything,
Birthing the year, I have dubbed it “Yestertomorrow”
-everyday blending into next, totally different from what we have known to be our work and school routines until they evolved into our home routine which used to be our decompression zone, bringing it into and insidiously infiltrating every facet of life. Evolving to stretch the bandwidth, literally and figuratively, overloading all servers, internet crashing, parental thrashing. Our adaptation maddening and admirable, all things considered.
The question asked often and now almost cliché: “How you are doing, you safe / healthy”?
My standard response: “Better than most, better than expected”!
Imagine living in a big city somewhere, the concrete jungle emitting a lord of the flies feeling with the caged animal confines constraining most every part of day-to-day life. Hard to stay invigorated by nature. The obvious yet easy to take for granted part of living here in Lyons, CO. Even living in Louisville, Longmont, Erie, Lafayette, … Boulder, would feel entirely different.
-Better than most.
Work from home continues to be a challenge on many levels for families with all shapes, sizes and ages of participants jostling in the same environment trying to satisfy their work, school, and interpersonal situations, wants and needs. ALL, DAY, LONG. My two sons are 18 and 21, a senior in high school and a junior at a small school in Montana that has remained mostly in person this school year. I can only imagine trying to rein in the learning experiences of elementary school children while holding down a work-from-home-job? Logistic stretching daily headaches. There have been challenges for us, especially at the beginning of the remote learning experience, but for the most part:
-Better than expected.
The primary story of my year and the reasons for these standard answers lies in the development of Pandemic love.
We met at the Fork, Sunday January 19th, Joe Kuckla troubadour, and some friends entertaining the
MLK holiday crowd. Our first dance during the after hours, closing time, unprecedented 3rd set, everyone pie-eyed and happy. Not any thoughts of viruses and lockdowns.
First date was on President’s day Monday, February 17th, a nice quiet dinner up in Estes Park that foretold a promising connection. Percolating stories of some mysterious illness over in China, not much to worry about like all the other scares over the years, bird flu, swine flu, etc. Not enough to discourage a good night first kiss.
March 13th, a Friday the 13th, our first ski weekend and the evolution to dating, exclusive. And then boom, LOCKDOWN, isolate in place!
No office, no commute, no toilet paper, nowhere to go. Stay home, stay local!
Ok…so I guess we can / must…do that together.
Packing three years of getting to know each other into one; long walks, bike rides, conversations, cooking, ruminations, and a supporting, compassionate companionship. A situation defined by:
-Better than most, better than expected!