As an Australian, the Thanksgiving holiday doesn’t have the same resonance for me that it has for Americans. However, my own personal day of giving THANKS is Boxing Day. On the fateful day of December 26, 2012 I almost died from a stroke, but Julia came home to find me paralysed on the floor and rushed me to hospital, and I’m grateful for the reprieve.Â
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Even though 2020 has been a difficult year, I count myself very lucky to have a job and thankful that it can be done from HOME. Stroke survivors are in the ‘at risk’ category for covid infection, so I’m lucky to avoid a commute. I miss being at a working studio, and the close collaboration with my colleagues, but do not miss the process of getting there. Bay Area public transport is a filthy viral bath, the absolute worst place to avoid airborne creepy crawlies, and my gratitude in being spared that grueling grimy gauntlet knows no limit. Apart from the health/hygiene issues, my commute took a huge chunk out of my day; upwards of 3 hours, even if connections were smooth (which they weren’t) but now those hours are MINE again, to use as I please. Sleep in, catch up on work, draw personal projects, or simply hang out with Julia.
Julia & I are fortunate to live in an area with a lot of green space, where the vehicular traffic is light. It’s a very pleasant place to live, and this year I’ve acquired the habit of sitting on our little porch each day, to write emails or think about my work. Sitting outside (originally on folding picnic chairs) became such a part of my 2020 routine that Julia gave me an (early) Christmas present of some posh wicker furniture, complete with weatherproof comfy cushions. Lovely!
From our porch this year, I’ve become attuned to the rhythms & routines of our community. Not just the daily comings and goings of neighbours and mail carriers, but the movements of local pets & wild critters too. I’m frequently amused by the ongoing turf wars between our local crows and the seagulls who sometimes fly in from the nearby coast, agitating the crows no end, and I’ve learned several juicy crow cusswords (“Flock off!”). Now that humans seize any excuse to escape the confines of their homes, dogs are getting walked multiple times a day, smiling from ear to floppy ear.
With both Julia and I working at home together in our tiny flat, I did worry that we might drive each other stark raving bonkers during this lockdown, but that hasn’t happened, and I am very grateful for that too. Though crammed together in our space-capsule since March, we’ve gotten along together very well, and we each get out for frequent walks. We move at very different speeds, so our exercise is done separately, as my doddering pace wouldn’t be a workout for Julia and her speed would be too fast for me.
Anticipating a Christmas/New Year covid spike, San Francisco is currently in a full lockdown. Up till a few weeks ago however, restaurants with outside seating could serve meals on site, and a fave restaurant we used to frequent in the pre-covid era had tables outside under heat lamps, against the foggy climate. Visiting this old haunt, as we had already done countless times, was such a pleasant experience and somehow more special now than ever before. Similarly, I’ve been grateful for the occasional visits from friends, for a walk to a nearby sandwich place or bar. Simply sitting outside with pals for a meal or drink was a real treat. I look forward to restrictions being relaxed, so we can all enjoy such things again.
Like the real Thanksgiving, it has been my tradition since 2012 to celebrate my own day of THANKS by sharing a meal with a group of friends who were with me at the ground-zero of my crisis. I’m truly sad that I cannot do that in person this year. When the tallies are finally done, I suspect that covid won’t be the only medical issue of 2020. The lack of simple human connection will have taken a toll too, in a variety of ways that may take time to fully assess. In this year of distancing lockdowns, I think of the many people who live & work alone, had a medical emergency – just like I did – but had nobody to help them. In any other year, they’d have been more likely to get assistance but in 2020 they died alone (as happened to an ex-colleague a few months ago). Let’s keep up the physical distancing by all means, but maintain SOCIAL proximity, and check in with each other more than we’d normally do.
We’ve always had had a good rapport with our immediate neighbors; minding each other’s pets and so on, but this year we’ve gotten to know them much better, and we all agreed to get together for a physically distant (but socially close) potluck lunch on Christmas Eve in our shared courtyard. Each household brought food & drink and we all participated in a most marvelous meal, appreciated by everyone. 2020 has been full of moments like this, where a previously unremarkable event is suddenly imbued with a special aura, simply because we give it more care, attention and gratitude. The trick will be to hold onto those feelings when the ‘new normal’ gives way to the old normal again. Perhaps we can incorporate the best of the two ‘normals’ to create something new, with a better work/life balance.
Although I pause to reflect on my gifts on this anniversary day each year, it’s true to say that I’m still grateful every day for my second chance at LIFE. I haven’t yet forgotten how lucky I am to be above the grass, and hope I never do.
