The New Normal 5/365
We were supposed to take a trip today to see my parents for the first time since last April when we met at the beach --seeing each other for the first time since August of 2019.
The Pandemic has really changed things. We're in Austin, and my parents are in Dallas, which is only about three-and-a-half hours away. (I saw a meme the other day that said you might be a Texan if you think of distance in terms of hours, and it really resonated with me. Texas is BIG.) We used to visit a lot more frequently but we are trying not to kill each other (which seems reasonable. I'm pretty sure that would cast a pall on a visit.)
It takes some effort to do all of the shuffling that needs to happen in order for me to take time off, and for the stars to align with our one trusted pet-sitter, and for my beloved to take time away from HIS job. And we have my daughter Jane here for another week before she heads back to college and you can imagine how much my folks were looking forward to her.
We were literally walking out the door when I got a text from a client I had seen in person the day before saying they'd tested positive for Covid-19.
So I'd been directly exposed and all plans were canceled.
We canceled the hotel and our friend/pet sitter and unpacked. I alerted the other clients I had seen in person as to their exposure --I am only seeing a handful of people in person but I guess even that is too many during this latest surge. I'll test tomorrow and the next day to see if I've got the virus.
I definitely could not take a chance on infecting my parents, who are now in their 80s.
I don't know what the lesson here is, exactly. Just that we can't get complacent? That sacrifice is still being required of us? That the virus is here to stay? That you don't know how much you want to see your mom until you make plans and then have to cancel them?
I'm still really hopeful that 2022 will bring some sense of normalcy, and that we'll all be together again safely and in joy. Stay steadfast, my loves.
daily gratitude: telehealth, vaccines, flexibility
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