It’s such a trip what we’re going through today in mid-spring 2020 - just making another point of reference for the timeframe in case this wipes us all out and the first wave of new humans that dig up our ancient remains in the very far off future, will have been more prepared for the next “great” thing to come along since sliced Oat Nut bread.
I mean have you ever heard the saying, ‘If I had a nickel for every time I heard her say, this or that, then I’d have lunch money for the entire year?’ Well, I feel like in the beginning we were embracing this temporary "inconvenience" of staying indoors and isolated from friends and family while doing our parts to stay home to mitigate the spread of Coronavirus. We were so ‘gung ho’ to be "virtual party goers” while silently just nerding out and outwardly making fun of the more participatory attendees in our web chat get togethers. We jumped in with both feet and paid our nominal fee to get in and drink our drinks and watch insecure podcasters and "wanna be's", finding their calling, being in front of hundreds and even thousands of people on Zoom.
As we start to come out of our isolation slumber, where we made multiple trips to the kitchen for "snacky" snacks, while sliding down the hallway in our PJ’s with 30 seconds to spare until our 8am team meeting, the party FaceTimes start to look the same as we relish in the memories of our once a year trips to Wal-Mart to watch regulars shop in their "going-out" fashion and accessories that fit so well with today's trends.
I’m here already planning where my first encounter outside of the ‘staying home movement’ is going to be and of course who it’s going to be with, along with a few more To Do’s to add to my wish list of favorite places to celebrate my blessings since the quarantine lockdown.
We’ve started living in a time where wearing a mask to go into a bank, is now acceptable and appropriate depending on what style you’re wearing. You know what’s going to happen when awards season rolls around again. The reporters are going to be shouting at Anne Hathaway and Leonardo DiCaprio, while they're walking down the red carpet,“Who are you wearing?”
Our whole lives have been leading up to the infamous and world-renowned Coronavirus or COVID-19, who has got to win some sort of f*cking award, for being the most influential and no doubt setting a world record, for the most ubiquitous and successful branding and marketing since Coca Cola.
I mean this certainly feels like this has been the first summer that has been cancelled since Jesus’ time. Forget about potlucks, concerts, and outdoor movies in the park and don’t even get me started on what this whole thing does with phone facial recognition. Imagine needing to redo your face recognition so you can sign-on while wearing your mask and what would happen with Apple’s reputation if hackers started using it to gain access to stolen phones. But I digress, that was starting to sound serious. But no for real, how am I going to drink my Starbucks while shopping through Target wearing this thing?
So yes, this has been a time of uncertainty with toilet paper shortages and all, but it’s created some perspective and allowed me to seek the colors outside of my perfectly squared little life to really think outside of the box and get back to some of the things I love most while being stuck at home. Of course, interruptions happen from time to time with your quarantine buddy, like for example while I’m writing prose, he’s interrupting my flow while trying to confirm if the guy next to us driving a Moped is out on a pizza delivery.
As everyone is trying to adjust, ponder, and navigate this new normal while social distancing from the people around them, there are times while wearing my mask and not being able to show off my new lipgloss and wanting to say very firmly to the woman pushing her way through the aisle at Sprouts, “Uh ma’am, see this here is your dance space and 6 feet away from me, is my dance space, now if you’ll excuse me I need to social distance myself over to the spaghetti aisle.” Perhaps you recognize the movie reference.
“Look spaghetti arms, this is my dance space and this is your dance space. I don’t go into yours, you don’t go into mine.”
Ahhh Patrick Swayze was a dream back then when I was at the tender age of 15.
Well, as I wrap up my very first blog post, I want to recognize on this Mother’s Day and dedicate this blog to the woman who was my inspiration for this website, my Grandmother Christine for whom I’m named after. Wait… is it who or whom? Whoever is responsible for torturing us English nerds of a word that I know I won't be confident in using, thanks!
And lastly, I always want to sign off with a funny little anecdote or quote, so here it goes,
‘Be the best part of the people who are no longer here.’
Will do Tee Tee, will do.
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