Since April, when I wrote my first post on the pandemic, gyms and hair salons have reopened, albeit with restrictions. Some of my friends are jumping into activities full force. Others remain in quarantine. Per the discussions with my Mylar balloons, the activities are okay if I can take the risk from a level 10 to a level two. Romancing the balloons at the supermarkets and pharmacies hasn’t stopped; my balloons deemed that activity a level two.
I’ve gone back to my hairstylist, but not the gym. I do ZOOM workouts while Daisy, my Mylar butterfly, becomes my trainer, coaching me on which weights to use. If she thinks I’m slacking off, she lets me know about it. I contemplated getting a traditional trainer, but I have what I need at home.
The pandemic has colored the way I write. My WIP involves a highly contagious virus that had a way larger death toll than corona. This means that, as in real life, my characters have to struggle to find a store that sells toilet paper, disinfectant, and other supplies they need. As in real life, my protagonist has Mylar balloons to guide her on her daily activities.
Since the pandemic started, I’ve noticed that driving’s gone downhill. I’ve seen people blow through red lights and make U-turns on four-lane thoroughfares, despite heavy traffic. Friends tell me that some folks think nothing of driving 100 miles per hour on the turnpike. About a month ago, a van came up to my right to make a U-turn and almost plowed into me. I had to get off the road. So I’ve used the back roads and avoid rush hour traffic as much as possible. The Mylar balloon principle applies: take the risk from a level 10 to a level two.
I never know when I’ll find a unique Mylar balloon. Maybe I’ll go to CVS to pick up a prescription, and a Valentine’s day balloon with lace will beckon from the card aisle. Perhaps I’ll go to the supermarket for bread and milk. If supplies hold up, I’ll get them, but a balloon, soft as a kitten paw, will make its way into my shopping cart. The balloons go into an isolation area for 72 hours at home, then joins the others in my living room.
How are you getting through the pandemic? I’d love to hear your experiences.
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Great post, Barbara. Your balloons are a great asset during these tough times. I find that keeping busy with things I enjoy like writing really helps. It helps me get in “the zone” and forget about what’s happening around me. Life is so different now. I hope that one day it will improve.
I’m hoping for an improvement as well, and yes, the balloons offer a great sense of comfort. Barbara of the Balloons
I am not keen on having my temperature read before entering a restaurant. It reminds me of the time I had to show my driver’s ID before entering a restaurant that served alcohol. In both cases I can understand and sympathize. At 25 I didn’t look to be over 21. And no restaurant wants to be closed down because they didn’t check someone entering. Still there have been only a few deaths in my country so not so bad. I got out of New Zealand before everything closed down but if I had to be stuck in some foreign country New Zealand is a good choice. Cheers!
The temperature check is a sign that I have to remember that things are far from normal. I’ve only been in a restaurant once thus far, and did not have to get a temperature check. Some of the states are more laid back than others. In my mid 20s I had to show my ID because I looked young also. Barbara of the Balloons