Trying

The lovely English language.  Too many words and not enough so we keep using the sames ones to mean multiple things.

We are living in trying times.  In every sense of the word.

We are trying to flatten the curve of the pandemic growth.  We are trying to maintain a positive attitude.  We are trying to protect ourselves and our loved ones from catching the disease.  We are trying to stay at home.  We are trying to survive,.

Some people are trying to minimize what is happening while others are trying to not panic.

People are trying to help the vulnerable amongst us while others seem to be not even trying to understand the importance of physical distancing.  Politicians are trying to blame anyone and everyone but themselves for what is happening.  And trying to shift blame to others – especially others from other countries or political parties.

It is all very trying.

I have been having conversations (here and elsewhere) with friends and we are all agreed.  The number one priority right now is to survive.  

So I urge all my friends and acquaintances – try to stay home if you have the means.  Try to practice physical distancing from each other.  Try to remember to not touch your face when you are out, and when you get home wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water – a minimum of 20 seconds.  Longer is better.

Some people are immune compromised or by dint of age or other health considerations, are particularly vulnerable to this virus.  Everyone needs to get on board the isolation train.  Some countries are in actual lockdown, not the voluntary compliance that we are currently living with in my province.  The better we follow the isolation guidelines, the sooner the curve of growth will slow and the sooner the virus will have blown through.

If you don’t go out, you don’t need to fuss about whether or not you need to wear a mask.

If you stay in, you won’t pick up the virus and you will not spread it.

Having lived through several periods of self-isolation for various reasons, I am well versed in not focusing on what I cannot, but on what I can.  This particular isolation is a piece of cake for me.  I do not have a broken anything.  I am not dealing with chemotherapy and trashing my immune system entirely.  I can weave, I can move around freely in my house.  I can even, when the weather improves, go for walks – maintaining safe physical distancing from anyone I encounter on said walk.

Spring is coming, in spite of the fresh snow yesterday.  This too shall pass.  At the end?  I would sincerely like all of you to still be here.

In the meantime, I will be weaving.  Because I can.

“Do, or do not.  There is no ‘try’.”

Currently reading The King’s Justice by Susan Elia MacNeal