Random Covidisms for Saturday, May 2, 2020: What is Gone?

Thoughts as we continue this journey through the pandemic. 

What is gone?

We were riding our bicycles along the North Augusta, SC, Greeneway the other day when I noticed a somewhat disconcerting sight. There is a stop with restrooms and parking and so forth along the path. There is also a sand volleyball court that usually is being used by a half dozen or more people almost every time we ride by.  The net for the volleyball court was gone. Two poles stuck up out of the sand. No net. No people. Empty spot. 

We will most likely be bringing a few people back into the mental health center to be seen face to face by a skeleton staff starting in the next week or so. As part of the continued emphasis on social distancing to prevent the spread of the virus, the chairs in breakrooms and most likely on patios, will be removed to prevent congregating of staff. No chairs. No place to sit. No need for breakrooms. 

On that same bike ride the other day, we saw that one of our favorite little restaurants in North Augusta, one that usually has a lot of people eating meals outside on the sidewalk under umbrellas and sails, was empty. Tables and chairs stacked and locked. No outside dining. No people. Felt a little like riding through a movie set of a horror movie just before the bad creature comes out of the alley and starts to make weird alien noises. 

Should I grow a ponytail? 

I love my car. My Rosie, bought in the spring of 2014 before my seven thousand mile trip around the United States (which I think I might just have to re-create when this whole catastrophe is over). She has 175,000 miles on her now. Good miles. Surviving being hit by a deer in the middle of the night miles. Take me to the coast so I can ride my bike miles. Let’s go hiking miles. Listening to audiobooks and podcast miles. DAILY when I was commuting to work. My commute to work is now ONE MINUTE. On foot. No time for listening to podcasts or books in my car. I miss you, Rosie girl. Soon. 

Chit chat. Checking in. Meaningless five-minute conversations. Man, I miss those. How are you? Read any good books lately? How’s the softball team doing? SEC football in four months! How’s your Mama and them? 

Church. I have gone astray many times in my religious journey, that I will readily admit to. I have experienced my faith, questioned my faith, logically skewered my faith, renounced my faith, lost my faith, and then had it come back to me with such force and clarity that it made me weep. I miss my church. I miss my people. I miss my friends, my acquaintances in the faith. I miss group study and the challenge it brings. I miss liturgy. I miss ritual. I miss music. I miss group worship. 

I miss family. Face to face family time. FaceTime is okay, but 1s and 0s are not family. I can’t remember the last time I thought about just hopping on a plane to Denver to see my family there just because I could. 

I miss flying. Really, with all the trials and tribulations of trying to get on planes and sometimes missing them and getting stuck somewhere, I miss planes and traveling in the air. Really. Could you pay me any amount of money to get on a plane going anywhere right now? Not likely. No, not likely. 

What is gone for you?