Do you want to know how I spent my first day of holiday break? I spent it outside. In the cold. In a long line. I spent a very uncomfortable 3 1/2 hours in the cold waiting to find out what kind of Christmas it was going to be.
You know the bustling, fun, family-filled, drive-to-Florida in the sleigh kind? Well, we’re going to have the other kind. The stay inside your apartment and see no one kind.
Like everyone else in New York City, I have Covid. Unlike many others, I am extremely fortunate: My symptoms are mild. They are so mild that I thought they were the result of accidentally getting fruit stuck up my nose while laughing in a conversation with my boss. (I am nothing but the consummate professional.) If I didn’t know I was sick, I wouldn’t know I was sick. I’m fine. We’re fine. This sucks.
Oh and I lost my sense of smell. After a question from my dad, I tried to smell all of our scented candles. Nothing. But this is actually good news because I hate scented candles! And as an elementary teacher, I have a rather large collection, so not being able to smell them is a blessing! Why keep them? I might need them.
Before you ask, I have been fully vaccinated with a booster shot, even—and I was delighted to receive them despite my well-documented fear of needles. But, I got this virus in spite of lots of care and precaution, because, well, it’s very portable. I probably brought it to others. I am sorry.
I’ll pause here for questions:
How did you get it? I got it the same way everyone else gets it—from someone else. Probably the same place we got the bedbugs.
Don’t you teach kindergarten? Did you pass it on to any of your kids? For my sins. I hope not.
You probably weren’t careful. Probably just stfu right now.
Ok, that’s enough questions. Be safe and smart, people. Don’t steal anyone else’s Christmas. But really, I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m looking for entertainment.
There are lots of dark places to go (believe me), I’ve received lots of invitations to pity parties. I had to tell my kids “Sorry, guys, Christmas is canceled this year. Oh, and your birthday, too.” These guys? My guys? They took it on the chin. They’re marvelous. I can’t believe I raised them.
Instead we’ll have the challenge of how to make our quarantine pivot Christmas magical. I lost all the days I thought I’d have for various holiday related errands, so I’m going to be pulling an open bag of baby carrots out of my stocking and pasting a thrilled and surprised smile on my face. Remember, we can always put legs on anything and make it walk.
You can see, there’s plenty of room for the silver linings. Here are some we’ve already found:
No having to find a cat sitter!
The kids might finally find out how many curse words Mom really uses.
No cleaning up car vomit!
Other years have also been kinda sucky.
We have a palatial home in which to quarantine!
Winter solstice means that prohibitions on day drinking really only last, like, two hours.
Mr. Fun Apartment can’t squirm out of any home improvement projects!
Lots of time to make felt ornaments!
We can get almost anything delivered.
Probably have time to watch the Packers play on Christmas.
And one I really didn’t expect: there is a release from existential dread: I got the thing I’ve spent the better part of two years trying to avoid. I can close that tab for a minute. I got it. I can stop trying to not get it.
So the score is: Pandemic: 1, The blunt force of my optimism: a million thousand.
And look! We have cats! The goofy weird kind: just the way we like them! Our family is whole again.