This covers the week of 3/8/20 - 3/14/20.
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
In one day, most of my calendar evaporates. One cancellation after another. Businesses close. Classes are cut short.
I ask her why she's looking through Zillow. "Escapism," she says.
Mixed messages from politicians, pundits, health experts. I wonder if I'm underestimating the seriousness of this virus. Or maybe it hasn't fully sunk in that we're in deeply unusual circumstances and nobody knows how any of this will turn out.
Distracted during synagogue services, my eyes and mind roaming the room.
We're in a building that tomorrow we won't be able to enter. We talk about the virus and how people think it spreads. We have little idea of what we're talking about. Sharing things we've heard on the news produces a mixed effect: heightened anxiety combined with the relief of unburdening some of our anxieties.
The supermarket is clotted with thick lines. People are stocking up.
By this point, I'm used to working from home. But it's not the same now. There's an intensified uncertainty and a constriction. The city where I live has become much less familiar.
Sunday, November 1, 2020
This covers the week of 3/1/20 - 3/7/20.
I'm starting to look at snifflers and coughers suspiciously. Like the young guy sitting at the other end of the room who keeps coughing wretchedly into his hand. To the person he's sharing a table with, he says he's fine. But he does admit later on, with a sigh, that he's tired.
datedWe use the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine to look at Apple's website from the 1990s. It had a blocky table-based layout. It looked so amazingly clunky and amateurish (by today's standards).
The students say they don't want to learn more about the Holocaust, because it's too horrible. At least they see the horror in what happened.
"Does he ignore me because I'm not as smart as my brother? Is that why he barely talks to me?"
The dog flops onto my lap, face-up, to remind me that she hasn't gotten tired of belly rubs yet.
I cringe at the dynamics in that home, the disrespect that flows casually to the mom, the vulgar comments about women and girls.
Two things people are talking about all the time: the virus and the presidential election. The presidential election and the virus.
This covers the week of 2/23/20 - 2/29/20.
He's convinced that he's a loser, and he speaks to himself the way he wouldn't speak to anyone else. After years of such self-talk, the words are almost comforting. They've become something like a reliable truth, even though they aren't true.
She doesn't want to finish her homework, so she stretches out each question with pretend thinking, bathroom breaks, trips to refill her cup with water, and off-topic questions.
A row of old computers chuntering on through the same tasks, year after year, under different masters wielding different tools.
Her skirt floats around her as she dances, as if it's a flowing extension of her energy and grace.
Mounds of laundry fed into the maw of a washing machine.
Her dragon sculpture looks as if it will come alive at any moment, whipping its tail around and stretching its jaws open to unleash fire.
sloggingI force myself to finish something I'd rather not be doing and that I wish I wasn't doing alone.