It's May 22, 2020. Corona virus is all around us. The world has made a giant change from the social life we thought was so common, since March. Masks, sanitizer, stalking for T.P, washing hands while singing "Happy Birthday" twice, social distancing (six ft. apart), schools out (last three months online), no church in our buildings, no Temple, no traveling, no Dr. or hair appts. (until this last week, only with a mask and an invitation from the parking lot to come in), television from commentators at their homes. . .
It's been odd. And the longer it lasts, I have to ask myself if I can live with it getting worse.
I have done my own little share of silently screaming, while noticing others' wrestling with it, too.
I noticed from the beginning that my many colored sets of silky polka dot or striped pajama tops and bottoms could just as easily be worn mismatched. In fact, I purposely look for a mismatch anymore; somehow it makes me feel victorious!
I haven't worn make up for months, except on Sundays. And I think about the ritzy name brand stuff I used to only buy if there was a gift offered with a purchase. Fry's grocery store has been sufficient for all my quick make up needs. I have seriously ask myself if I could get by with one tube of Maybelline water proof mascara every three years; I don't care the color, they never had what I was looking for anyway. I look like a palomino pony without something. I told myself years ago I would never go without makeup. (That was after not recognizing a beautiful friend without hers at girls camp one year.) Could I really run around with no eyes?
And my hair. I prided myself on being a pure bred red head. I couldn't let people call me "blond" could I? Could I really let my hair go natural? People do it every day, but not if their coloring is fair, like mine. Without make up or hair color, I would look headless!
I just realized yesterday that the favorite lipstick I can't live without gets covered up every day with a mask! Why all the bother?
And another silent scream comes daily when I put on yet another pair of earrings. I've worn pairs I haven't worn in years. Oh, the colors, the shapes, the dangles. Everyday is a new ear adventure!
Henry made me feel good last week as he stepped in the door. His hair was perfectly combed. His smile and eyes were as bright as ever. His plaid collared shirt was buttoned up like he would be winning an award. I made a fuss over him as he confidently walked in. But as my eyes followed, I realized that under that dapper plaid shirt, was a beautiful pair of giant plaid flannel pajama pants and a pair of flip flops. All of a sudden I hoped this could be the new normal.
We received a darling photo from our elementary music teacher daughter in Utah. She and the other teachers were proudly waving on their former students as the parade of cars cruised past the school at the end of the year. I'm sure it was a little sad. But there she was, wearing a big smile, her pajama pants, and comfy t shirt; the new norm.
And yesterday, the day after online school got out, I had to cheer for Maddie and Eliza, proudly sporting their new purple tipped hair that was a family project earlier that day.
Silently screaming in our inward and outward appearances. I see it everywhere. But somehow it relieves the anxiety of knowing that even though things are different, we are all in this together. It's free. It's legal. It's creative. It's normal.
Thank goodness for the silent screaming we have in common. And for colorful silky pajamas, eyes to see, hair to coif, blue lipsticks to choose, ears to hear, grandchildren to cheer for. Now where are my Miss Piggy slippers?