My New Normal Espresso
In early March I acquired the most amazing coffee press. It’s called Espro, works like a French press and also doubles as a thermos. I can brew the perfect cup of coffee and travel with it.
Lock-down has been okay with good coffee as long as we have the grounds.
My desk looks out with a southwest view of mountain and sky, and a church spire half hidden by trees. Being a distance education student I am often at this same desk, coffee nearby.
I used to be seen more frequently in coffee shops when all was well in society…or at least when things were status quo.
It’s a new normal espresso, one taken at home with the creek rolling by. But I do miss the coffee shop hangouts of the old norm.
The Subtle Changes
It’s the active bustle of public social life that is the reason I like working in kitchens, farmers markets, and a quiet seat in a crowded room. No longer do community steam room discussions or chance encounters at a pot luck happen.
The view hasn’t changed much during this time of self-isolation, but the world certainly has. Or at least our behaviours have.
I wore a mask and goggles today while working with seniors. Somehow, I missed being able to smile back.
We just kind of gazed at each other, and spoke very loudly. I try and smile with my eyes.
Coffee shops are open, but resemble street intersections, complete with “do not walk” and “one way only” signs.
“Are you hugging?” is a phrase that I hear people say, as if the expressions of love has become taboo in our circumstance.
A world without hugging
It’s still amazing to me how quickly our whole culture has shifted, but like gas prices, which seem quick to go up and are slow to return to “normal” (if ever there was), I presume our return to pre-pandemic ways will be gradual, if ever our way of life does return.
What would be tragic, in my view, is if we harbour ongoing hesitation about social contact past the end of this viral outbreak.
My friend said that this is the “summer of hugs” if come November we again reduce the size of our social contact circle.
There are other aspects of human life that I would not want to dispense with.
It is that irreplaceable gift of contact that must remain part of anything which we call normal.