Silver lining on a Covid cloud
They say every cloud has a silver lining. So, I have been looking for one on this Covid cloud but I can't find any. Not even an itty bitty little streak of silver. Having failed spectacularly to come up with anything splendid about this new normal, I began to dredge for virtue and this is what I came up with.
Eating early. With no parties, the 11pm dinner and early morning bloating have disappeared. We're eating so early it's like a late lunch. Guess it's healthy. Absence of late nights has created a regimen of early to bed.
Hoarding has stopped. Truth be told, it has. Suddenly, all those 'good things' we kept for a special day are now meaningless. Oh, take out the expensive linen, the cut glass tumblers, the crockery, every day is a special day if you are healthy. Stuff we turned into status symbols and saw our ego reflected in them are now so redundant and almost mocking us.
Reading. Books had slipped into a crevice in our minds and been eclipsed by movies and TV fare. Now, at night, with no other entertainment, there is time to catch up on them. I picked up one yesterday and am re-reading and enjoying it so thoroughly 'cos I do not remember the plot. Such a nice no-cost feeling.
Patience. Yep, we as a family are more patient with each other and so, too, at work. Losing one's temper seems such a futile exercise. and to what end, with this darn Covid hovering menacingly. Everyone is just a tad more polite in that 'we are in the same boat' manner.
Gossip. If we don't meet and everyone is in a slo-mo mode, then malice runs dry. We don't raise eyebrows to say 'really' because there's nothing to say 'realllly' to.
Healthy. Around this time each year, several kinds of flu hit us square and every second person is sniffling and sneezing. This year, there is so little of it. Maybe we're watching our vitamin intake more seriously, checking our symptoms more often, other ailments seem to have paled into the background.
Saving. Some of us were born not to save, so it doesn't matter, Covid or not, till the bill collector is banging on the door. But for many, without travel and with less overheads and more time at home, it has afforded an opportunity to save. Okay, kidding, no one is saving.
Shopping. Just too lazy to invest in new clothes, a new car, new upholstery, another telly, also no mood for it, something obscene about splurging when the world is reeling in anguish.
Hygiene. I've never bathed so often, changed clothes so frequently, made Lady Macbeth look so feeble in the handwashing department or slathered myself with antiseptic, sanitiser, soap and shampoo. Squeaky clean.
Compulsory slowdown. More time with family, especially children, togetherness and not taking each other for granted.
Revisiting the past. This is a great one. Albums, old films, videos of kids growing up, scrapbooks, board games, carrom, scrabble, chess, so much more leisure.
Clearing the clutter. Finally, getting down to getting rid of all the stuff that chokes your home. Maybe you don't have an attic, but the attic mindset exists in all of us, we just cannot throw anything away. This is the perfect window to go minimal. Junk your junk.
Nothing. Plato had nothing to do, so he thought. Never have had so much nothing to do, empty calendars, zero fixtures, no agendas, just hours stretching gloriously into the horizon doing zilch, no 9-to-5 pressure, no deadline stress, actually doing diddley.