Yesterday my neighbors came over to see about installing a folding door into my studio. I am really glad they did because we talked over the options and they persuaded me to get something that is a lot better than what I originally thought. Then we sat and “visited” as my Aunt Jo would say. There was a moment when Elizabeth complimented my new glasses’ frames. She was looking at me very intently, and I somehow understood she wanted to see the scratches over my eye. I took off my glasses, and there was a moment when we were communicating without saying anything. I “told” her somehow about how frightened I was. She’s pretty stoical, and I’m pretty stoical as well; we’re both very independent. I’m 100% sure she got the whole message even though we didn’t say anything.
The conversation turned to Covid and the K95 mask. My perspective on Covid has evolved or something. I think we can be masked and boostered up the whazoo, but Covid isn’t going away. It’s going to be part of our lives forever and part of human life into perpetuity. I believe in vaccinations and being careful, but I no longer thing we’re going to “stop” it because, obviously we’re not. In some paradoxical way, we might owe something to the anti-vaxxers. It’s occurred to me that if our initial reaction had been much calmer and less political we wouldn’t have lost all those people. I don’t know, of course, but the thought has crossed my mind. But then, yesterday, as we were talking about the new advice coming out about masks and how unlikely any of us are to be so close to the face of an unknown human for 20+ minutes, Elizabeth said, “Well, I just decided that I’m going to wear any mask I want!” Elizabeth was one of the wonderful volunteer seamstresses who made masks for local hospitals in the early days of the virus.
I looked at her and said, “I thought about this when I fell. I thought, ‘I could die of a skull fracture in a fall wearing a K95 mask’.” I love my friends for many reasons, but one is that they both found that funny and we three had a good laugh.
Friends are remarkable treasures. One of the things about Covid that I deeply appreciate is the ties between people that have emerged in my life as a result. Crazy if you think that we’ve all be somewhat “isolated,” but there it is. A person can go along being a rugged individualist only as long as no one needs him/her and he/she doesn’t need anyone else. But the reality is we always need each other and we need to be needed by others. ❤
Anyway, I’m getting a device that will tell someone if I’ve fallen and can’t get up, and I have an appointment to see my doctor on Monday. I hope it’s something like an inner ear infection, but if it’s a balance problem, I’m on it already. Hopefully I will not write any more posts like this, but who knows. Time stalks all of us, I guess.