Four months buried in the ‘burbs, this RoadBroad needed a break.
We Wednesday Writers “talk” weekly to share stories either written or read in the previous six days. Yes, it’s a Zoom chat — what else is there nowadays?
Each visit renews my life. Literally. And connection matters.
During last week’s screen visit, I casually mentioned a recent find: face shields, available by the table-full at a local store.
The question landed in multiple. I tried to describe: It’s a sheet of clear plastic that hangs below your chin, almost to your chest, with a blue plastic band that goes around your head.
I modeled mine then volunteered to gather more for those interested. On Sunday, I delivered, realizing on the way that the drive marked only my second trip into The City since March. Another first in 30-plus years living here.
How many more firsts will I live? How many in this pandemic alone?
The next surprise came with when I saw my writer friends for our carefully-planned, all-masked, mostly-distanced reunion.
I learned it’s hard to stay physically away from people I care about. It’s triple-hard when it’s several people.
I learned real human connection delivers a buzz that nothing else can. That buzz amplifies the more I connect with others in person as evidenced by another friend reunion later that day.
Maybe that’s my Big Learning from this entire coronoavirus pandemic: relationships really do matter to me, the self-proclaimed, fiercely fiesty, independent creature.