Life is disrupted. We are told to stay home unless we must go out. Shops and restaurants are closed. Gatherings are discouraged or forbidden. We sit inside, some of us alone.
There are encouraging signs that these restrictions are working. The spread of the virus is slowing, at least where the restrictions are followed. And work continues toward finding a vaccine, or at least a test for the virus antibodies.
We are isolated, waiting.
In the last three weeks over 16 million people are newly unemployed — over 10% of the workforce. In the same time, the stock market has risen over 20%. I thought I understood these things but evidently I don’t. The Fed is printing money like crazy to shore up the corporations, but who will buy their products if the people are destitute?
And while all this is going on, the country I pledged allegiance to and served for over 30 years, which at least aspired to my values, is being dismantled to enrich and consolidate the power of one man.
I’m having a hard time today. Tomorrow will be better. Or different. I’ve been through enough trauma to know that for me these feelings of hope and despair alternate. The glass is never always full nor always empty and good days follow bad.
I have started weaving again. I thought it would relax me. I’ve been putting the warp threads on to prepare for the actual weaving — warping the loom. Yesterday I had to redo one section of heddles three or four times. (I lost count.) I just couldn’t get it right. Perhaps I’m getting old and am losing my ability to think clearly. Probably, though, it is that I haven’t done it in a while and the stress of this time.
Be gentle with yourselves. May your good days be long and your bad days brief.