The out and out panic is gone. Dealing with COVID has become like dealing with strep throat or the flu. You go to Urgent Care, you receive medication, and in a few days you feel better. You mask up while you’re contagious and try not to pass it around, because someone else might be immunocompromised, and that means your case will be light; theirs won’t.
So you do all the things to take care of your community and I see that we are all doing it together. But what hasn’t bounced back is behavior. I walk through Baltimore like it’s a ghost town, because people have been conditioned to use drive-thru and takeout. I can take my laptop to Starbucks and be the only customer sitting in the dining area for hours. It’s the Uber Eats drivers popping in and out.
The pandemic changed my outlook on what could actually be done from home. It is over, yet I still insist on having my groceries delivered to my door. I found during all of the isolation that I actually liked shopping online better. I think that lots of people have discovered that, because it’s not unusual for me to go to the grocery store and notice more Uber Eats carts than actual shoppers.
None of this is a bad thing. It’s just different. And especially in Sugar Land, where I’m housesitting for my dad, it’s isolating. His home is built to be an island where you never have to leave. Getting groceries delivered is frictionless. But there’s also no real way to meet people….. without Bridget and Bailey.
Walking the dogs is what allows me to be seen, because people won’t talk to me, but they’ll absolutely talk to nine and 12 pounds of chaos, respectively. So we’ll be out on our walks and joggers will say hi as Bridget prances around them and Bailey sniffs to make sure they aren’t carrying treats. They never are. Rude.
The pandemic doesn’t affect me like it used to, because I do not have to remember to stay socially distanced and masked up every day of my life. But what it has done is make me notice the small changes in human behavior that have added up…. especially ones that leave coffee bars empty, because it’s where we used to all work together.
Now we all work together…. alone.
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