So we’re having some work done on the place–outside faucets added for accessibility so it’s easier to water the lawn, some plumbing changes. Yesterday the plumber found a hornets nest in the wall. He played exterminator given I’m so allergic and he didn’t want me to have to wait to call someone in.
So, yes, this year we had the bathroom remodeled. And I have worked through all of the changes. Thank gods it didn’t take too long for them to do the bathroom–three and a half days, and yesterday and today’s work won’t take long, but the creative process is difficult when you’re in the middle of chaos. And the pandemic doesn’t help matters. That’s a chaos of its own special kind.
I’ve learned to work around the construction chaos–write when they aren’t here, and focus on admin when they are. That’s a little frustrating but not nearly so bad as dealing with the overall chaos of Pandemic Life. Because PL chaos is mostly mental for me. My actual life hasn’t changed drastically. We don’t have friends coming over like we did before, but I couldn’t go to restaurants or theaters before, and so the ‘going out to do this and that’ aspect of life hasn’t drastically shifted.
But the mental aspects? The paranoia over catching the virus–because I would be seriously in trouble if I did–that’s a strain. As is the worry over friends and family. As is the time it takes to wipe down packages, and all the food that comes via Instacart. As is worry over friends who have Covid. As is the realization that things will not get ever go “back” to normal, and whatever comes out of this is still ahead. We’re in limbo right now. And that’s a strain.
So what do we do? We find coping mechanisms. We find ways to focus. We find laughter where we can (laughter is so vital) and joy where we can. We do zoom chats for mutual support while we write. We Facetime family and friends on a regular basis. We love on our pets, forgive ourselves little slips when it comes to diet and exercise, quit beating ourselves up for bursting into tears more often than usual, and generally, try to help each other along.
And we wear our fucking masks, and we do our best to avoid killing someone we love because of a temper tantrum about masks and social distancing.
How are you coping? How are you doing?
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