The Mister and I have been talking a lot about what life is going to look like once this period of isolation is over. Our province is already taking steps to slowly start re-opening things. I’m going to come right out and say I don’t know what the answer is. I know a lot of people need to get back to work because they need a paycheque and those are the people I worry about. We were talking about someone complaining about wanting to get their nails done and while getting your nails done is definitely not an essential service I have thought off and on during this time about the women who work at nail salons. I’ve only ever had my nails done a handful of times. It definitely isn’t something I feel comfortable spending money on, but I remember the last two times I had them done (I think the last time was when Fionnuala was a baby) and there was a woman who worked at the salon who was from Vietnam and was sending money back to her family. I can only imagine how annoying it would be to have to listen to well-off women complaining about their right to have their nails done when you have to divide your paycheque between the family you have here in Canada and the family you are helping to support elsewhere. Those salon workers are probably not sitting at home right now comfortably pulling in a salary while they wait for their salons to reopen.
One of the things that I have enjoyed most about this time is how people have had to think twice about buying things. One day I wanted parsley for a recipe – it was definitely a “want” because the recipe could have been made without it – but how many people use up the entire thing of parsley when they buy it? So I texted a friend and her kids ran over to my place with some. That same friend was looking for specific books in a book series that I happened to have and I was happy to lend them. The sharing of food and tools and other things is hopefully making people think hard before automatically buying things. In the “before times” I could have sent the Mister to the store just for parsley and that parsley in my friend’s fridge might have ended up on the compost heap.
My biggest issue is with the travelers. If I have to hear one more time about how someone is immediately getting on a plane and leaving once this is all over I’m going to (silently) scream. International travel is one of the biggest culprits in spreading this virus and yet people will defend their right to fly with their dying breath. They may protest the oil and gas companies for providing the necessary fuel to support their travel habit – but they won’t actually stop traveling. I know, I know, it’s not like I don’t enjoy traveling either. But I am definitely thinking long and hard about where it makes sense to go and why.
(These current blog posts are part of my #100dayproject and are written quickly and posted without significant editing. They are what they are, mistakes and all. Much like me.)