Late yesterday afternoon I left Arlington for a few minutes and went for a drive into Washington D.C. I snapped a few photos, thinking that I would post them with an essay that, if it wasn’t overly long, would at least include a few profound thoughts about what these past few weeks have been like. Except now I cannot think of what to write, and I am quite sure I never will.
The fact is I have been blah. Very little of interest has happened either to me or those around me. I have stayed home for some six weeks now, save for my weekly, panic-inducing grocery shopping trip. I have had Zoom happy hours and Google hangout work meetings. I have thanked the stars above that this at least happened in the age of cell phones and AirPods, as they have allowed me to take daily, early-morning walks “with” my college roommate. I don’t know what I would have done without her. I tried and failed to order plants online from Home Depot. The few that actually arrived were almost dead, but I planted them anyway. We shall see if any make it more than a week or two. My piano lessons, once the highlight of my week, are on video now and I try to be grateful I can still have them at all, but I truly miss going to my teacher’s studio. I have baked banana bread over and over, and I have eaten pimento cheese sandwiches every day. I have spent hours staring out my window, watching birds find scraps for their nests.
And I have worried. I am hoping, hoping that this gets better and fast. But I know that we have a long way to go and the unknown of what may come scares me. So, I don’t have anything profound or uplifting to say. Except that yesterday I went for drive, and Washington DC is still beautiful.
Not much new here either! Glad you got to take a drive downtown. Surreal to see it so empty I’m sure. Hugs.