The Stillroom

moving forward while being forced to move inward. just what are we made of. this is the time to figure this out.

it is difficult. all of it. trucks have to roll. hospitals have to roll. the mail has to move. how to navigate this when we can’t navigate is a real puzzle.

we don’t realize how much we touch until we have to. touch the gas pump, your door handle, the steering wheel.

did that clerk just sneeze as they scanned the beans.

should I change my gloves after shopping, or after i’m in my car.

wipe down the steering wheel, the groceries, transfer goods from boxes to plastic bags.

wash my hands every time I touch something outside of my house.

pick my mail up with a clothespin clip and put it in the garage a few days then handle it with gloves.

the list is endless.

it attacks the senses.

lose your smell, taste, don’t touch, wear eye protection.

we are left with hearing.

for this we should be grateful.

social distancing is the order of the day. every day for what I think will be for more than another month and that is cockeyed optimism on my part.

try and support your favorite small businesses. grab a gift certificate for future use. buy a gift card for coffee for a friend.

big box, big business, big chains will survive this mess.

we can’t let small business fall away.

we can’t save it all either. not when most are struggling this uncharted territory.

all I know is when the store re opens when this is over, we will be more than over the moon.

perhaps we will be on the moon.

stay safe.

stay home.

wash your hands.

stay hopeful.

stay helpful.

do your part. whatever that may be.

this is when we find out who we are.

this is when we discover what we are made of.