Isolation was still our best preventative.
Isolation Diary: I took a walk today. I hadn’t stepped off my property in…well, I don’t know how long and time has become insubstantial. But, emotionally, a long time. I walked to Larchmont to pick up a pre-ordered pound of coffee beans from Peet’s. Everyone near or on Larchmont Blvd. was wearing a mask, as was I. Upon returning home I changed clothes and washed what I had been wearing. I am wondering…..how will I feel when businesses, offices, parks, theaters, begin to open up? Will I still hug people? Maybe after a vaccine. This might take a couple of years to sort itself out. Now I am so sad. Taking in this loss. Well, I was right about the couple of years.
DeAnne M.
I get sad looking at people in masks spread far apart, too. The one nice thing is that I notice mutual waving to passersby when on walks, which is an improvement from the usual keep-to-yourself approach.Lauren V.K.
Love you Ruth–
DeAnne yes, I find myself going out of my way to make eye contact, do a wave (I swear I’m smiling under this mask!) or say hello or nod to peopleDeAnne M.
It helps.Sabrina A.
DeAnne M. I find the mask wearing such a beautiful gesture of love for strangers, it fills my heart a little.DeAnne M.
That’s a nice way to look at itSabrina A.
DeAnne M. it took my neighborhood a loooooong time to get it together. And the afternoon crowd is still awful, but I bless every unicorn for their efforts.DeAnne M.
I met up with Jessica for a distanced walk last week (we were like 12 feet away from each other the whole time, in masks, etc). And she wanted to go through Hancock Park (the pretty homes). Anyway, on 4th street, it was like a bizarre thoroughfare of people going both ways, and most were in masks but there were quite a few joggers without masks breathing heavily as they flew past. I kept wanting to say “MASKS!!!” I kept picturing their viruses streaming behind them. But ugh. We moved to 5th street, and magically there were few people, so that was better.Henrietta C.
I think many of us are moving through the five stages of grief — for losses we feel acutely but can hardly describe…