Groundhog Day means only one thing to me- the movie starring Bill Murray where he wakes up to experience the same day over and over again. I’m sure many people are feeling this way, not just today but lots of days lately. Covid fatigue.
In the middle of my writing this post, and let me tell you- it was a doozy! I was on a roll like I haven’t been in months. I couldn’t type fast enough to keep up with the torrent of words that were pouring out of me. It was one glorious Covid bitch fest. Seriously.
I had a lengthy paragraph about vaccines. Vaccines and anti-maskers. It was something else. Masks worn under the nose. Check. Gathering in public in groups without masks. Check. Frequenting bars and restaurants that were violating the rules of indoor dining. Check.
Then suddenly in the background, I heard the door to our house open. My mind swiftly ran down who it could be. it took me exactly three seconds to determine the answer. NO ONE. My husband and son were home working. My other son was at an appointment. Other than my other son and my grandson, no one had been inside our house since last April. It was only after I heard Ari’s joyful welcome barks and the voice of a long time family friend did I know who had walked in. Just walked right in our house without warning or regard to the fact that we do still have the Covid thing happening in this country.
My keyboard tirade came to a screeching halt. I’m not going to lie. I was kind of mad. But in all fairness, this is someone we’ve known forever and if he lived next door he would be part of our bubble. I could understand why he might have thought it was okay to just drop in. That did not diminish my feelings.
But here’s the thing. Sitting in my office, hands hovering over the keyboard, listening to the conversation going on in the other room, I was unsettled. Very unsettled. Hearing a voice other than the four voices I’ve been hearing in my house felt very strange and foreign to me. I was anxious and upset. It didn’t feel right. He didn’t belong here.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would be so thrown off balance by an unannounced visit from a person who has been known to drop in unannounced for the past 30+ years, I would have shook my head and said ‘no way’.
And yet here I am, silently fuming. The nerve of him. Doesn’t he know that you can’t just walk into a person’s house like that? After he left and I came out of my office (I didn’t want to come out while he was there because I knew that in my current state my welcome wouldn’t have been as loving as Ari’s), dear sweet Ari filled me in on all I had missed. She pranced around the room, tail wagging, ears straight up, eyes bright and alert. She had seen one of her favorite people and life was good.
Sooooo, my Groundhog Day wasn’t quite a Groundhog Day after all. And I wonder how many other little “things” will pop up as a result of quarantining, social distancing and all the goodies that are part of the Covid life.
In the mean time, I would like to quote Bill Murray’s character, Phil, from the movie Groundhog Day–
“Don’t mess with me, pork chop. What day is this?”