I don’t know how much longer we will be wearing masks, but I’m going to assume they’re here for the long-haul. So I finally went online and ordered myself a pretty cotton one on Etsy, instead of continuing to wear the disposable ones that somehow made me feel like maybe this is just a bad dream that is imminently going away. It seems the nine dollar investment into a “real” mask was an inner statement that this isn’t ending soon.
I’m used to being decisive. This is what’s for dinner, this is what I’m wearing today, here’s what I’m going to do right now. Which is why the current reality is so destabilizing for me.
In this lockdown, I’ve made a surprising discovery — I really, really like folding laundry.
I’ve been obsessed with minimalism for awhile now, but our recent inability to shop in person has fanned the flames of that crush into a roaring bonfire.
I always write my columns for the Cleveland Jewish News a week-and-a-half in advance. I submit them on Thursday and they appear the following Friday. This means that I have to take a look at the calendar and fast-forward my mind. I determine what kind of mindset people will be in the following week based on whatever is going on on the calendar, and try to write accordingly. Sometimes I just write neutral pieces, but I try to make it timely whenever I can.
Gilded cages keep us captive