As I started to write my next Sunday Letter, I realized the Sunday Letter well had run bone dry. Instead, I decided to write about the things I’ve learned during this time of coronavirus.
First, a reminder…
We’ve not been able to eat in a restaurant for thirty-seven days now! I believe now is as good a time as any to say this—we need to be kinder to ourselves. We need to cut ourselves some slack. If you’re like me, you feel pressure to stick to a schedule, to clean drawers and grow peppers and write a sonnet a day (okay, not really about the sonnet). One of the things I’ve learned during this time of coronavirus is it’s okay if we don’t do all the things.
Sleep late. Take a nap. Wear the stretchy pants all day. Eat the dessert. Do nothing at all.
This is an unprecedented time.
I believe it’s okay to feel out of sorts and unproductive. Try not to wallow for long periods of time.
Things I’ve Learned So Far
What are some of the things I’ve learned so far during this time of coronavirus? Off the top of my head, here are a few of my realizations (some I may have suspected, but now I know for sure)…
- My daily productivity is directly related to the amount of sunshine streaming through the windows. On a beautiful day, I can sit inside and work for hours, because gardening breaks and walks with Lucy and Annabelle keep me going. On dreary days, my motivation limps along.
- I would give up manicures for the rest of my life if I could have one pedicure a month. Yep. My toes feel sad.
- We drink a lot of milk.
- Of all the cookies I’ve ever eaten, THIS is my favorite —Tate’s Bake Shop Coconut Crisp. It has nothing to do with the name (although I’m partial to it). It has everything to do with the flavor and consistency.
- I do, in fact, like going to the grocery store.
- I cannot think clearly when wearing a mask. I guess it’s a good thing I’m not a nurse.
- I use way too many paper towels.
- The dishwasher ranks high on my list of best inventions.
- I still don’t like cleaning the bathroom.
- I could never live on the space station.
- Coffee is my hoarding item of choice.
I Trained for This
Another thing I’ve realized is that this whole period of staying home is not unlike growing up on a farm in the 60s-70s. My sister and I spent our childhood training for this. Maybe you did too?
During the summer when school wasn’t in session, we spent DAYS at home without a trip to town. On Saturday morning we might go with Momma to her beauty shop appointment and finagle a visit to the library. A weekly trip to the grocery store was normal as was Sunday church. Maybe a visit with grandparents or cousins (which we can’t do now). But that was about it.
In between, we played outside with our Matchbox cars, climbed trees, looked for tadpoles, read books, watched clouds, listened to the radio, played with our Barbies and paper dolls, colored, maybe watched something on television (on our four channels), played boardgames and jacks, made clover necklaces, had picnics, caught lightning bugs, baked mud pies in the sun, picked wildflowers, played in the cotton trailers, rode bicycles, jumped rope, ran through the water hose, built sheet tents, and so on. There were a million things to do, and very few of our activities were pre-planned or organized. Going to a restaurant was a rare treat.
As Anne of Green Gables would say, most ideas came from the scope of our imaginations.
I find myself reverting back to those things now as I look for four-leaf clovers, pull weeds, go for longer walks, read on the porch, and watch the clouds.
Bottom line—the fun we had as children, we always remember. We may have to dig deep, but that fun is still there.
Tell me, what have you learned during this time of coronavirus?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.