Isaiah 26:20 Go, my people, enter your rooms and shut the doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until his wrath has passed by.
As you might imagine, the “Shelter-In-Place/6-Foot Social Distancing” rule has been challenging, to say the least, in the Buchanan household, but we’re managing. Here’s a tiny glimpse into a typical day-in-the-life…
Whenever we’re wandering about the house, we whistle or sing, letting the other know to duck into the nearest room or closet until the other passes and the coast is clear. Brings a whole new meaning to “coming out of the closet”. While running for the nearest shelter, I’ve stubbed my toe a few times, and especially at night. The pain goes away after a few hours, however, and other than some minor bruising and a few stress fractures, I’ll be alright.
One good thing to come out of this is we don’t talk to each other anymore. This is probably more of a good thing for me than it is for her, as she likes to talk non-stop and my ears hurt after a while. We both have a tendency to spit while we’re talking, and realize the virus can be transmitted through the air; thus, the decision to stop talking altogether. I love quiet. Let’s me be alone with my thought.
Believe it or not, our arguments have gotten a lot more intense, even though not a word is spoken (see spitting referenced in paragraph above). We know the virus can last up to 9 hours (fact check?) on metal, so to be on the safe side, we only throw objects made of glass, rubber and/or leather. We’re starting to run out of things to throw though, so the arguments have morphed into what I’ve termed very animated sessions of Charades; a lot of flailing of arms, as well as hand/finger gestures. Who knew we could speak Italian? Arguments usually end with a glaring glance from the wife figure. Those Marty Feldman eyes of hers stops me dead in my tracks every time.
Sleeping arrangements haven’t really been an issue, because I’ve been sleeping on the couch anyway and am, therefore, used to it.
I shared this with you hoping for a little feedback. Are y’all having similar struggles? And, if so, what are some of the things you’re doing to cope with them? I’m about to throw in the towel…mainly because there’s not much else to throw…
“Sometimes I laugh so hard, the tears run down my leg.”