And the women stayed at home
and discovered a new rhythm. They did not set their alarm clocks and stayed in bed to read the news with time for two cups of coffee. Or tea. And were still on time for work. When they dressed it was without bras. Those that wore false eyelashes cast them off. Those that tonged, curled or straightened could not be arsed. Some saw dark roots, some went grey yet they did not despair. They found a worky place in the house that was just for them and God help anyone who put their stuff there. It also came about that all the family wore headphones so nobody had to hear each other’s stupid annoying Facebook videos. Or talk to each other. And so there was harmony where once there was discord. They made soup with all manner of sad vegetables and fridge matter as nothing was to be wasted. And it was delicious. They walked in the open air with their sisters and the fresh air was, somehow, extra delicious. They taught themselves not to stress about a global recession for there was nothing to be done but partake of virtual happy hours. And they found time to write, read, work out, learn a new language, skill or qualification or play on their phone a bit too much. And the women flourished as they embraced their new normal and understood that, above all, this was a time of great change and discovery without actually ever going anywhere or doing anything. And as long as there was a goodly supply of gin and chocolate in the house, they could, even with no bra on and yesterday’s socks, meet each new day just as they were.
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I'm a silver lining kind of gal and I am acutely aware that I should make a jolly post particularly in view of the fact that we have some new Facebook page likes. But these last few days I've got myself all screwed up over this virus and don't feel particularly witty or inspirational.
BUT I want to say that one very positive thing has occurred to me; exactly because we're probably all so wobbly about it, we are taking precautions that we never normally do over flu seasons. Even just vigilant hand washing and sanitizing will be an excellent precaution and put us ahead of the curve. So that's good. On a side note, I would love to see and would be won over by gas/petrol stations, restaurants and stores publicize that they regularly sanitize everything that we pick up and share. I've always felt that way about card terminals and things like shared condiments in restaurants - they only ever wipe tables. Anyway, my family is in the UK and I have to say, my old mum is in her element. I rather think it's that wartime spirit and ingenuity. Those that experienced that are so well equipped and fear less compared to us 50's and 60's babies that enjoyed the carefree decades that have followed. We will no doubt shift and adapt and our children will take the controls with even greater knowledge and respect for the powers of nature. They will be braver and appreciate more. I'm going to try and do that right now precisely because I'm fearful, as a mother and as a daughter. I reckon I can take a page from the generations of my family that have been through wars and infinitely worse epidemics and find my brave woman self. And I will meet the world fearlessly clasping my little bottle of hand sanitizer, even if it was made in China. Yeah! (I might just give it a little wipe first, though) |