In her post on Toxic Productivity over at Mental Health @ Home, Ashley calls bullshit on the idea that being productive is a more worthy goal than just kicking back and living your life. That if you aren’t emerging from Covid with a new skill or accomplishment under your belt, you’re a complete waste of space.
Which got me thinking…
Have I been hibernating through Covid, letting the days and months flow into time I’ll never get back? Have I learned anything since that first lockdown in March of 2020?
I’ve learned that…
I don’t like Zoom.
Hanging out in your robe makes your clothes shrink.
Adding white chocolate and butterscotch chips to anything makes it better.
Running errands is an outing, not a chore.
Covid does not make Pringles any less fattening.
Masks are cheaper than facelifts.
You can’t have too many streaming services.
Being banned from planes, restaurants, and movie theatres isn’t the end of the world. It just feels like it.
A romantic comedy you’ve probably never heard of, Touch of Pink, hit the big screens in 2004. Kyle MacLachlan, one of the only well-known actors in the cast, played the advice-giving spirit of Cary Grant.
Probably why the movie didn’t do all that well in theaters.
Lately, thinking about the possibility of maybe traveling again, a line from the movie came back to me. One that still makes me smile.
Forced to travel to Toronto for a family wedding, Kyle’s Cary Grant complains, “Toronto is not a destination city.”
Funny because true.
Toronto’s a great city, excellent restaurants, theatre, a thriving multi-cultural community, and it’s relatively safe, but it’s on no one’s bucket list. No one saves their pennies for years to finance a trip to hogtown. (Don’t ask. I’m a transplant from Montreal. I have no idea why Toronto has such a charming nickname.)
Now that the vaccines are out and about, and we’re impatiently awaiting the end of pandemic restrictions, have you put any thought into a post-Covid world, and what that might look like?
I’ve wondered if masks might become a permanent part of my wardrobe, if the Western handshake will be replaced by the Eastern bow, if my poor neglected passport will ever escape the drawer its imprisoned in, but that’s as far as it went.
In the kitchen, baking cookies I had no business baking, I saw it—our post-Covid world.
You’ve seen it too, in all its HD clarity.
It’s been awhile since 2009 so you might not remember, but the movie ends with people stumbling out of their houses, blinking in the daylight most of them haven’t seen in years. Unshaven, unwashed, wrapped in bathrobes, they’re lost in a world they’re no longer familiar with.