Passager Pandemic Diaries entry April 21, 2020
Catherine Young, Richland County, Wisconsin
Sheltering in place since March 13
April 21, 2020
Our last child is finishing her senior year of high school, and we spend each day on a tight online school schedule while we catch up on farm chores without distractions. My situation is quite different from people working in public. I’ve lived for decades with immune-compromising disability and only leave home with mask and protective behaviors – which, oddly, in the time of Covid19, everyone else is learning to do. I miss connecting with my rural neighbors who do not use the internet, and I long for ways to write with others online. I wish for everyone to use this time wisely to discover what we can do better.
When I see news of shouts and guns and threats from crowds incited overnight, wanting everything as it was – wanting answers – I cannot understand that they would let go these peaceful times, these blessed times, where skies clearly open to stars free of haze, and stars begin to see us most clearly. Maybe on this day, no plastic will be fashioned, no plastic destined for ocean. Maybe there will be no traffic jam.
Maybe we will take time, this pause, pregnant with spring.
Catherine Young, Richland County, Wisconsin
Sheltering in place since March 13
April 21, 2020
Our last child is finishing her senior year of high school, and we spend each day on a tight online school schedule while we catch up on farm chores without distractions. My situation is quite different from people working in public. I’ve lived for decades with immune-compromising disability and only leave home with mask and protective behaviors – which, oddly, in the time of Covid19, everyone else is learning to do. I miss connecting with my rural neighbors who do not use the internet, and I long for ways to write with others online. I wish for everyone to use this time wisely to discover what we can do better.
When I see news of shouts and guns and threats from crowds incited overnight, wanting everything as it was – wanting answers – I cannot understand that they would let go these peaceful times, these blessed times, where skies clearly open to stars free of haze, and stars begin to see us most clearly. Maybe on this day, no plastic will be fashioned, no plastic destined for ocean. Maybe there will be no traffic jam.
Maybe we will take time, this pause, pregnant with spring.
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