We’ve talked before on this blog about the changes that are happening or might be happening because of having to wear masks. Without being able to see smiles, we don’t connect as well with others. Without being able to see mouths forming words, we don’t hear as well. (Which is a serious problem for the hard of hearing.) Without the humanization of faces, we are in danger of becoming dehumanized. And, as I’ve been discovering, they make us cranky, especially me.
I’ve been shopping at the local market partly as a rebellion against the closures — it seems so wrong to keep Walmart, Home Depot, Lowes, and other corporate businesses open, but forcing smaller businesses to close their doors. You’d think the local grocer would be pleased to have such a loyal customer, but what was once a pleasant experience has become decidedly less so. Out of the last three visits, twice I was overcharged, twice the clerk was rude, twice I ended up fuming and thinking that maybe shopping at Walmart isn’t so horrible after all.
(This rudeness is something I’ve often wondered about when it comes to small independent stores. They don’t offer the discounts that the major stores do, they don’t offer service, they don’t smile or make the visit anything more than a ho-hum shopping trip. They act as if they’re that pretty girl who knows she’s pretty and so has to do nothing to foster a relationship but accept one’s homage.)
Today the shopping experience was especially unpleasant, and I know it was the crank factor.
The skies are cloudy, though there are no clouds — that cloudiness is the smoke drifting here from the fires in Colorado and California. Because the air is still, the smoke just hangs around. (Such irony! There have been strong winds most of the summer, and now that we need to move out the smoke, the winds have disappeared.) Although I can see (and taste) the smoke, I can’t smell the air — I am allergic to smoke, so my poor aching sinuses have closed off my smeller. It’s hard enough to breathe without the mask, but once that’s added, oh, my. So not fun! (Hence the tendency toward crankiness.) I should, of course, have thought of this before I went to the store, but I needed to drive my car and I wanted to get various healthy snacks to take to work tomorrow. (We always have an afternoon snack, so I’ve been eating things that are in her house but aren’t on my diet, such as cookies. I don’t have to have them, but the sharing of a meal is even more important than the snack itself.)
So what does all this have to do with my seedling forest? Not a whole lot, really, except that it pleases me to be growing trees at a time so many trees are being destroyed. Admittedly, these seedlings will not in any way offset the millions of trees being burned, but then, there’s not much any one person can do about any of the horrors that are defining our world today — the fires, the riots, The Bob, wearing masks. Still, it’s something.
Most of the seedlings are locusts that planted themselves in my yard, though one was grown from a seed in the pot itself. Previously, I’ve tried transplanting the seedlings into the ground directly, and they just died. (I have a hunch it has to do with the harsh sun burning their tender shoots before they got over their transplant shock). Oddly, the seedlings seem to like the pots. A couple of the seedlings are Kentucky coffeetrees, new additions from my next-door neighbor. Apparently, these trees are rare in this area, and her next-door neighbor ending up cutting down his coffeetree (to the horror and sorrow of the tree cutter) as well as a couple of my neighbor’s trees (a property line dispute, which makes me even happier that I had my property surveyed), so she and I are trying to repopulate the area with these gems.
Planting trees seems such a hopeful, non-cranky thing to do, and best of all, I don’t need to wear a mask to tend to my seedling forest.
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August 24, 2020 at 9:07 pm
Those seedlings are beautiful. Yes, do shade anything being transplanted! Even cacti can have transplant shock, although they’re so stoic, they won’t show it for a long time.
I wrote this elsewhere a few weeks ago, and am ruthlessly cannibalizing it for the purpose of this comment: “My state has a mask mandate in public areas, stores and restaurants. While doing errands, I stopped at an outdoor farmer’s market to see if there were any fresh produce items only available this time of year. I noticed someone I got to know before all this pandemic crap, at least pretty sure it was him, but he walked right by me twice and didn’t see me. I guess I could have said something, but I was already in a sour mood and didn’t have the energy to try to interact with anyone today. I don’t fault him, he was probably preoccupied looking for whatever he came for, but what does bother me is that all of us wearing masks makes us faceless, even to those we know. I have a hard time hearing people through these damned things so I just don’t even really try anymore. I really wonder sometimes if society is turning into The Matrix, each of us isolated, asleep and alone inside a fictional world, hooked up to virtual reality. I don’t like this. How do I get out of this timeline?”
I’m with you. This is changing everything about the way we connect, or don’t.
August 25, 2020 at 7:32 am
I still don’t know the truth of The Bob, but with that and everything else that’s going on, it sure seems intended. Isolated, unhappy people are more easily controlled. I have a hard time recognizing people I know, too. Luckily, I don’t go many public places, just the grocery store. Yesterday, I worried that I’m getting a reputation there as a contentious grump, but today, I don’t care.
August 25, 2020 at 4:33 am
I understand your store dismay!!!! I hope your seedlings do well. They look good. Maybe the winds from the hurricanes will blow some of the smoke away from you.