Don’t Touch Me!
We are all learning social distancing. This morning I ran into Ann wearing the same 100 Men Hall tee shirt as me and said, “Hey, let’s take a selfie so I can put them online” and then I went to stand next to her and she reminded me to distance. Then later the same day, I was in my car and saw her again, and she came towards the car and I immediately pulled my head back. She said, “Did you just back up?” And I said, cringing, “Yes.”
Just weeks ago, my friend Laurie came from New Orleans to visit and we took a long walk, and when her dog needed to rest, we both went to sit on the curb and I sat too close to her. She moved over and said, “Sorry.” Then I said, “Sorry” and moved further away.
Nothing eases our discomfort like human touch.
Nothing feels more natural than getting close to someone we love.
This afternoon the radio was ablaze with news of mounting deaths, crowded hospitals, burned out medical workers, global pandemic, and I, who had been on my way to the grocery to get bottled water, turned around and came home.
Home – where you are not a receiver or a giver of germs.
