I wrote two previous posts (here and here) about looking back on the weirdness of the early pandemic . I remember reading about the influenza pandemic of 1918, as pretty much everyone probably did, and it struck me how so much of that (admittedly very dramatic) time became a part our collective memory, except the pandemic. Now I look back on our own pandemic experience from the vantage of — what? three years? — and it’s like a veil has come between that time and now, it was so different from what came before and “the new normal” that came after. We were all just on ice, waiting for what would come next.
Anyway:
- Everybody took walks. We would all be walking through the neighborhood, especially after dinner, and if you encountered another person or couple, which happened multiple times every block, you’d cross the street to avoid them. (Six feet was the suggested minimum distance, but we’d usually go for 30 feet or or more.) We didn’t want it to look like we were being surly or antisocial though, so we’d be extra friendly to whoever we met, only from a distance.
- Zoom became a thing. It was like the perfect moment: Zoom worked well on all systems — the only one that did so at that exact time, it seems — when we suddenly all needed something like that. Group zooms with family and friends were a regular thing for about two years.
- My cello lessons continued, but as Zoom lessons. I did that for more than a year, despite the limitations of music over Zoom.
- We used to hang out with John & Donna (and sometimes others like Scott & Kellyn), at Brew Works every pre-COVID Sunday night, but when we couldn’t hang out in person we had “virtual drinking nights,” again using Zoom. That was weird but fun to do, and it helped preserve our sanity. Strange, I think we engaged more, in a communicative sense, in our zoom meetups than in real life, but there was a flatness to it, something missing… it was way more satisfying to sit next to each other at the bar, like bumps on a log with nothing to say.
- We eventually started doing “porch visits” as a way to hang out in person, getting together over drinks, outside, at someone’s house. We busted out some Danish-style coziness by using blankets as the weather got colder, and switched to warmer drinks like hot toddies. These times seemed to go on forever, and now they’re further behind us each day.
