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1/ As we come to the end of another week without work for most and school for practically all, I& #39;m struck by the lack of grace in our lives right now (my life, anyway)...
2/ I don’t mean religious grace, necessarily – though of course the many Americans who can no longer normally worship have lost that too. I mean all the ways large and small in which the lockdowns have cracked our routines and lives...
3/ I mean eating standing up and canceled baby showers; not being able to visit family members in the hospital and not knowing if the kids will have camp; the constant fights over screen time and the classroom projects that however well-intentioned never quite go anywhere...
4/ I mean not having a date night, not even on an anniversary; not being able to sit down with a beer after the kids go to bed and watch a little baseball; not getting to sing in choir or play poker around a table; not having a concert or two to put on the calendar this summer...
5/ I mean every conversation being about antibodies or contact tracing; every shopping trip being Wal-Mart or the supermarket, no chance to surprise my wife or kids with a present from a local store, yet calling myself lucky that I’m unafraid to go out...
6/ I guess most of all I mean the masks and the fear that seem to have WORSENSED even the data suggest that the risks for most of us are de minimis. We are living in a media-driven panic, and worst of all many of us seem to like doing so, to want these constricted shadow lives...
7/ I tell myself this disruption has to end. Yet it goes on and on. So I stumble along as I wait for the reality of what has and has NOT happened in Japan and Sweden and now Georgia to sink in. It will. I promise. One day, one way or another, we’ll take our lives back.
One day.
One day.
