Together, Alone: Community Voices Documenting Life in the Pandemic

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Apr 29

To Begin Again submitted by Lise Johnson

Posted on April 29, 2020 at 8:07 AM by Jason Macoviak

3/20 - Laid off. Drink for next 36 hours.

3/23 - Applied for unemployment and waited in a breadline. The 30's are back, baby! None of the kids are in school at the moment so there's time for jocular bluster. Overheard at City Park:

6y.o.: Hi, I'm Dnfdblahblah
8y.o.: Hey! You might remember me from recess...on the play ground? I wear a leather jacket that's too big for me.
6: Oh yeah! Do you have a girlfriend?
8: Yeah, her name is *insert name here*...she's 9. Do you have a girlfriend?
6: Sure I do, her name is Siri. I talk to her on my Mom's phone.

Then you go home and bareback some weeds in the garden so that you can shower cause tears look the same in there and you can't let the little ones know how afraid you are.

3/31 - Today is the day we shelter in place at 1700. People seem to be freaking out a little. We've been doing this for 10 days now now already so really there's not much of a difference other than snacks becoming a thing of the past. they are non-essential. My S.O. tried to tell me that we shouldn't buy cheese anymore. The nerve. I let it go in the moment in the interest of preserving harmony because I know in my heart, there will be a revisiting of the topic. The Governor closed the school year down yesterday. I think I'm cool with it. Just have to keep the little one busy, engaged...says the person not doing nearly enough house work? Or am I doing just enough? Should I be doing more? I've got other anxieties to stew over. Like, is it ok if I drink at 9am on a Sunday after listening to Democracy Now? Is shaving over? Is it possible to Silk Road an SSRI? This is not my beautiful house nor my beautiful wife. How did I get here?