Our county’s largest town has fewer than 5000 residents. Many of us live on rural properties that give us a nice daily walk to the mailbox. Small wonder that, at the time of this writing, Fayette County had only 30 cases of Covid-19, with 2 deaths.
I give thanks every day, and I imagine you do, too. Because the contrast with larger entities is stark: Texas (47,000 and 1,305 deaths); New York City (348,232 and 22,478 deaths).
It’s comforting to think the difference is population density, isn’t it? All those people crammed together in cities, living in little boxes stacked on top of each other, too high in the air for birdsong.
It doesn’t sound in the least appealing. And certainly not for eight weeks or more confined to one of those boxes.
The kindness of strangers is a requirement for city life, even in normal times. The kindness of neighbors, too.
We’ve been receiving a lot of the latter since our self-isolation here at Winedale began in late February. Our neighbors, meaning all of you, have been so kind and helpful.
Because of my husband’s age, we are abiding by especially strict limitations. Everything that comes into the house is sanitized by me. If I must go into a store, when I return home, I immediately throw the clothes I wore into the washer.
Our margin for error is zero.
You cannot imagine how we long for a loosening of the noose of caution that draws our worry close, night and day.
What would allow that to happen? What would make us feel safe? This is the question that livelihoods, jobs, depend on.
There are answers, of course, but they’re not fast, and they’re not certain.
The culture of our past thirty-five years has not rewarded patience. Every innovation in technology has been to speed things up. A staggering degree of complexity hides behind one click.
Now we’re being asked to understand so much that isn’t easy.
The medical world anticipated a pandemic from China for years, in fact, and warned us we needed a battle plan. (I read about the role of that country’s wet markets in viral transmission at least ten years ago.)
Political leadership minimized those warnings using the same arguments we hear from Congress, now, on climate change. A crisis foreseen never commands the attention of one in full flower.
Most of us have grown up in a culture of distrust. The internet does a particularly effective job of magnifying honest error into conspiracy. We can’t tell whom to believe. And often we just opt out, altogether.
But now we have a choice.
We can flaunt bravado, scorn every request for caution, as a teen-ager might. Or we can grow up and wear that facemask.
Even though we still can’t buy the kind of masks that protect us, we can use homemade masks that protect the people we talk to, the people we pass or stand in line with.
And they can protect you by wearing their masks and keeping a good distance.
If we follow directives from Austin and “open up,” if we hold the July 4th Celebration, and the Sesquicentennial Fete in August, tourists will come from places where the virus is flourishing. We don’t know if they’ll be sick, or asymptomatic, or healthy.
We don’t know if we are, either, right now.
But if everyone wears that annoying face mask and maintains a thoughtful distance, we might all come through it okay.
I’m talking about masks that cover both nose and mouth, worn by every man, woman and kid out of infancy. (Babies should NOT wear facemasks.)
It isn’t a matter of comfort or liberty. It’s a matter of kindness.