Bottom line? – Nothing outstanding. Unlike many of my friends and acquaintances, who did wonders. Some cooked and baked and experimented with mouth-watering recipes. Some sorted through piles of old letters, pictures, knickknacks, clothes, books, toiletries, meds, toys, junk — you name it. Some read books, binged on fave TV series, sewed, rearranged the furniture in their house… My hairdresser around the corner spent an entire month cleaning and repainting his salon, replacing the light fixtures, and more.
What on earth do I have to show for myself, except for an extra kilo or so, brought on by too much chocolate and not enough walking?.. I looked through my weekly diary, to remind myself at what point this ghastly pandemic started affecting my life. In early March, Hubby and I still attended the morning yoga class at the studio, and went to a Purim party at friends’ in Ra’anana in the evening. Several other friends declined, put off by the Corona virus.
That same week, we drove to the nearest branch of Lametayel — a camping gear chain — to buy walking poles for our upcoming Safari trip in Tanzania…
Upcoming my foot!
The shop was empty save for the lone salesperson. Tanzania, like most of Africa at that early stage, had not yet been affected by the epidemic. Okay, so we now have stylish walking sticks; can’t hurt. I’m sure they’ll come in handy, sooner or later… By now — mid-September — the trip has been postponed till further notice. We’re being optimistic, and have not asked for our deposit back.
As the weeks went by, more events got cancelled… a family dinner; a doctor’s appointment, a coffee date with a friend, and and so on. Luckily, the fridge technician didn’t blink, arrived on time and, having taken apart half the fridge (I kid you not!) and strewn various parts, nuts and bolts, all over the kitchen floor, identified the problem (loose wire) and fixed it. A few weeks later, we were thrilled when our longstanding a/c technician came, face mask and all. Otherwise we’d be broiled through-and-through by now.
On a different note, I had to let my cleaning woman go for several weeks, since I knew that she has a large family, who come and go, without any way of telling where they’d been and what they’d been up to. This meant that hubby and I had to do most of the household chores, which were a real pain-in-the-back. You notice I said “most”, not “all”. Some dust and dirt could just wait. And it waited. Our cleaning lady, bless her, was delighted when we called to ask her to come back and deal with it.
Meanwhile, our yoga teacher Yaniv, bless him, switched to providing Zoom sessions, which were very enjoyable. We attended three sessions a week of 90 minutes each. And on yogaless days we went on brisk walks around the hood, otherwise known as the Abramovich section of our city.
All the above now seems like the distant past. As soon as the graph of the number of infected people flattened, shops opened, as did restaurants, gyms, studios… People were so relieved, they threw all caution to the wind. Okay, not all people. Some, including my family, remained cautious. Which means yes, we went out, but no, we did not hug our friends; we kept our masks on when outdoors, and we visited only eateries and shops that kept the health-safety guidelines. By late June, the virus had spread, and continued spreading like wildfire in certain crowded communities who couldn’t care less about Government regulations.
By now, mid September, we’re about to go into lockdown again, boo-hoo 😦 Flights and vacations cancelled. Yoga classes will go back to Zoom mode, probably. In principle, some sessions can and have been held in the park in the center of town, as you can see in the link. Problem is, temperatures have soared, and at the moment it’s just too darn hot.
Oh, yes — as for the headstand mentioned at the end of my previous post, the one from A Different Era, i.e. December 2019 — we’re still working on it! Wish us luck. With practice, encouragement, and a little bit of luck, we shall get there! (And post a pic to prove it, of course.)