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This is my first entry. I heard about this project on NPR this morning, and was prompted to seek this out because I've been surprised that I haven't done a better job of writing down and processing all that we, and I, have experienced this past pandemic year. In my daily calendar for 2020 I marked the date when Portland went into lock down last March, and how I assumed that everyone would hunker down and we'd get through the crisis in a weeks, months at most. My daughter was supposed to get married in September 2020, and as she was fretting about whether they should cancel their venue, caterer, and DJ, I remember urging her to give it a little time, and that "if we're still experiencing the virus in September, then our problems are much bigger than having to postpone a wedding." Well, here we are. The wedding has been rescheduled for October 2021, and I think it will happen this time. In spite of everything, my family has been so lucky. We've remained employed, haven't been sick. My husband and I still enjoy each other's company! But god i miss people. Last night I had another dream about being at a big party, kissing and hugging. And feelings of people no longer wanting to be my friends creep in as scheduling outside time has just become too hard. We're all so sick of it. One friend of mine has sequestered himself even harder because he refuses to let his guard down now, not when we're all so close to being able to get the vaccination. I'm ending this now to do homework and get ready for zoom class. Thank god I've had new studies, an interesting outside volunteer gig, and part-time work to keep me tethered to the weird passage of time.
March 5, 2021