The Coronavirus crept up on me. I heard about it as a distant news in a far off land. I thought it was crazy when a woman from work canceled her plans to travel to France in March. I kept on with my plans of beach and sand and palm trees but the news kept getting closer. Then it arrived in my state. They closed my school off suddenly and gave us an extra week of spring break. My kids got a break weeks before their spring break. And with reluctance, I pressed cancel on all the hotels by the beach and sand and palm trees.
However, life does not seem so solidarity. In fact, we see each other more now. There is always someone on their porch. Yes, we closed the common house so we could protect ourselves from common germs. Our committee meetings are now on zoom. We had a plenary meeting outside and sat at least 6 feet apart. Unfortunately it was cold outside and my toes froze but we all agree the sacrifices are worth it to flatten the curve and protect our neighbors at risk. We decided against common meals though 2 members had them on their porch last week and served with gloves and we all brought our own utensils. Tonight’s common meal was everyone eating outside on their porches, their own food. Again it was cold but I”m thankful I have people to talk to.
I keep getting emails from my boys’ schools worried about our family being lonely. Nope. Not us. Yes, it’s still an experiment and we hope it’s oka the kids are still playing and hopefully sharing just their germs won’t hurt anyone though some families have chosen to keep their children away from the others in these uncertain times.
We look out for each other which I think is happening in other neighborhoods too (not just cohousing). We pick up groceries at the store if they are in stock. We garden and remove tree branches. We dream up new ways to be social through the internet and 6 feet apart. I’d still prefer to be feeling sand through my toes instead of losing them one at a time to frostbite, but I”m so glad I live here during social distancing.