Yesterday I thought about all the ways that my hospital workplace will change after this phase of COVID-19. As I was writing that essay late Tuesday afternoon, different images kept entering my mind:
- Images of community barbeques and Sunday School picnics with 3-legged races.
- Drinks with a friend at a crowded bar on a Friday night when the latest favourite song comes on and everyone wants to dance.
- Crowding onto Parliament Hill for Canada Day and figuring out that it might be faster to walk home than to wait in line for a bus.
- Knitting with my friends at my favourite yarn store.
- Those parties in my backyard…when I got married, when Caitlin left for Vancouver, whenever…
- Rushing with a crowd of strangers to the best vantage point to watch…a whale breeching, the parade coming, the swallows swarming in August.
When will I get to do these things again?
Will I get to do these things again?
I get it.
I understand why these changes are necessary, but already I miss these things and I never knew how important they were when I had them.
I miss them the way you miss things you don’t know how to do without, but you’re not sure if they will ever come again.
(My Backyard – ready for a party!)