Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Reportedly, it is neurologically impossible to participate in a videoconference while scrolling a social media feed.
Which is to say, maybe back in high school I should have taken that home ec class and learned how to knit and sew.
Regardless, I’ve been up way past my bedtime two nights in a row now, and this nonessential worker is not available.
Monday, April 13, 2020
I read a tweet that said high BMI is currently being used to exclude fat people from ventilator treatment due to the pandemic shortage.
I seize on a memory of multiple Burger King drive-thru workers threading their arms in and out the window to hand me a credit card reader and stylus, a soft drink, a large bag of food, extra napkins and packets of ketchup, and then abruptly withdrawing.
I always reimagine this memory as if I’m on the ER table, multiple doctors and nurses and anesthesiologists threading their arms across me to hand each other wires, tubes, tape, surgical implements, and then abruptly withdrawing just before I too withdraw.
I’m in the park and two kids are racing their mechanical dunebuggy across the dirt infield of the baseball diamond, kicking up a cloud of dust.
I’m on a video call with my communications colleagues and at the end of the meeting, which ran long, nobody seems to want to leave the meeting.
I’m in the backyard sitting next to my wife, the dog is nearby in the grass, the afternoon sun is on our backs, a ladybug lands on my cheek.
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Easter Sunday was for taking two naps, paying our tax bills, and eating leftovers.
We strung two wires to a newly staked post and tied our grapevine canes to the wires.
The backyard is bursting with lemon and orange blossoms, and ladybugs are everywhere.
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Ordered too much takeout for the third weekend in a row.
Spent the whole morning texting with my bartender friend.
First day I didn’t call my parents since sheltering began.
Friday, April 10, 2020
My radio producer friend said she misses wordless connection, the wordless presence of other people.
My community organizer friend said, “I miss people,” and I responded, “People miss U.”
My poet friend said time is moving fast/slow because we are IN PLACE like a gridlock next to the Autobahn.