Now that so many people around my town are taking walks – solo, couples, and families – I am seeing regulars on the route I take. In particular, I see a young family of four, Dad, Mom and their two children. Now, we greet each other with a heartfelt smile and wave. “We have to get out and exercise!” said the father.
Interestingly, I notice that when I come across others while on my walks, we make it a point to have eye contact, hungry to socialize.
I came across an article about the increase of people taking up baking during this time of sheltering. I can’t say that I am one of them, but my lovely Colombian neighbors are. Recently, we were lucky beneficiaries when my neighbor Elsie texted me to meet her at the fence. She handed me fresh-baked traditional bread and cake from the homeland – still warm and wrapped in foil. Louie and I practically ripped open the wrapping to sink our teeth into the delightful treats, light-as-a-feather with just a hint of sweet.
I am thankful for the relative calm we have in our pocket of Los Angeles. But cognizant of heartbreaking tragedies taking place in other parts of the country, we’re cautious and diligent about donning our masks, washing our hands, isolating and social distancing – behaviors that are making a difference.
Last night, Louie received a sad update from a colleague that her father in New York has been hospitalized with Covid-19 and is on a ventilator. Although she does not have a close relationship with him (he left the family), she feels a sadness.