It was my wife’s birthday yesterday. She is something-something years old now and we’ve been together for gobs and gobs of years. I usually try and say something nice about her on Facebook, even though she’s not on Facebook, because it means something to me that folks understand that she means everything to me. Yesterday I said this, over there:
These are unusual times. In any other times we’d be planning a big gathering this weekend, at Kobe most likely, to help this lady celebrate the turning of the years. But these are unusual times. I’m stuck at home. You’re stuck at home. She’s stuck at home. If there is one consolation in these times, it is the consolation that if we are to be shut out, temporarily, from the world we’ve made, at least we are stuck in here together. She’s my wife, my confidant, my best friend, and my strength when I am weak. I’ve married her twice; I’d marry her again. Please join me in wishing Mrs C a very special birthday, despite these unusual times. Blow up this wall. Blow up her phone. Remind her that, though she is far away, she is still there in your hearts. She is all of mine. And I will cherish her for eternity.
Folks did – they reached out to her on my wall and on her phone – all day long. For that I appreciate my peeps. My friends. My family. In today’s connected world there doesn’t have to be a line between those distinctions. My family are all close, personal friends of mine. My friends are all family.
Amongst my friends, my family, I have believers and skeptics. Republicans and Democrats. Hardline conservatives and soft-hearted liberals. I can turn to the left and speak to someone who loves AOC and hates Donald Trump. I can turn to the right and speak to someone who hates AOC and loves Donald Trump. And I don’t mean that figuratively. Many times, on many occasions, I can do that at the very table I sit.
On my Facebook feed right now there are jokes and gripes about quarantine. There is a reposting of a Forbes article decrying the actions of Drs Phil, Oz, and Drew. There is a picture of a bacon face mask. There is encouragement, anger, joy, hope, laughter, fear, information, misinformation, long hair, short supply, and veiled threats. Libertarians are buying ammo. Humanitarians are condemning disparity. The revolution is coming. The end is always near.
I see it all.
I take it in.
I click it. I like it.
It was my wife’s birthday yesterday. She is fearful of pandemic but works in a safe place. She is essential. Her company separates the employees, supplies them with disinfectant, pays them extra, shortens their hours and honors their full day’s wage. She thanks her stars every day she stumbled upon them last May. Yesterday we had take-out sushi, Malibu rum, and birthday cake. We watched Star Wars.
The day before we signed the papers on a refinance that secured our quarantine for a fresh 30 years, should we need it. It also saved us $500 a month. That doesn’t suck.
I had a lady walk into the store on Wednesday, pretty worn out from life and probably younger than she looked, and she had one simple demand, “I need a new fridge, but I can’t spend more than $1200!” I sold her a fridge for around $1000. Grocery money left over. She needs another stimulus.
On the way to work Tuesday, I smiled and told myself I live a charmed life. I lifted my sports bottle immediately after to take a drink of water and realized I didn’t secure the top. My charmed life spilled all over my pants and shirt. A subtle reminder, from the universe, to shut the hell up. Focus on the here and now. Don’t get cocky. It could all spill over in a second.
I hope you’ve had a good week. I know it’s been tough. This isn’t normal. No matter your predilections something you’re used to having is denied you right now. That sucks.
But be here, now. Celebrate the moments, however you can. Secure your lid. Spend less than you have. Love your friends and family. Love yourself.
Ob-La-Di. After all.