After waiting a few weeks I was finally able to get my hair cut. I had to book out an appointment three weeks in advance. This was the first time getting my hair cut in almost a year. For a while I was debating on cutting a lot of my hair off versus just trimming it, but I decided that I wanted something different. I ended up cutting seven inches off, so it was a big change. It was also nice because my cousin is a hair stylist, who always does my hair, so I was able to catch up with her as she did my hair. It’s also nice having exponentially less hair, because it’s been so hot out recently.
I ordered pizza and experienced a no-contact delivery. It’s weird not making small talk with the delivery person since they are standing at a distance waiting for you to take your food and enter your house. After shutting the door, I pondered if delivery methods will go back to normal or will people and the companies get used to contactless delivery? It will be interesting to see what happens after the coronavirus is behind us because a good number of people enjoy not feeling pressured to make small talk with the delivery driver and picking up their box or boxes instead of being handed the package.
My brother got a dog two months ago. Since then, I have gone to his house nearly twice a week. Sometimes I go to see my brother, Jordan, and sometimes I go to see his puppy, Whittaker. I took Whittaker to the beach with me this past weekend. It was his first time playing in the sand and he was euphoric. It was precious to watch his pure, unencumbered joy. Tensions have been high, people’s limits are being tested as they navigate layoffs, unemployment, downtime, concern for the health of themselves and others, not to mention civil unrest over racial injustices, among a host of other problems. May we take time to live in moments of pure, unencumbered joy. May we, amongst the messiness of this world, take time to enjoy the simplest of pleasures, like playing in the sand.
So the other day I went to Mejier for the first time since the outbreak of this “plague,” and let me tell you it was a strange sensation. Arrows on the ground to help with social distancing, big glass plates separating the cashier from the customer, and, of course, masks. The problem with the latter … people weren’t covering their noses. And as you may or may not know and as I’m sure they did not, you breathe through your nose. And not covering your nose renders the point of wearing a mask kind of mute. Not to mention I saw one of the cart pushers, a young man I worked with back when I was employed at Meijer not wearing a mask at all. But that is a story for another place and time…
This week I went on a much-needed camping trip, and the change in scenery and activity was a balm for my soul. I worried the Grand Haven State Park campground would be cramped and uncomfortable, but those concerns were quickly banished by the sizable campsite and our friendly neighbors. Overall the trip was a wonderful experience. As I wandered the campground, beach, and downtown area of Grand Haven, I noticed that despite COVID-19 concerns everyone was still bent on enjoying their vacations. Empty campsites were nonexistent, and the beach was heavily populated as well. Fortunately everyone kept their distance from people outside their group, creating small bubbles of people dotting the beach, but masks for the most part were few and far between. Even as vacationers wandered between shops and takeout restaurants, they tended to forsake the mask in favor of comfort. It seems not much will get in between Americans and their summer vacation fun.