So, this morning, when I felt chilled (likely because it's chilly in the house with fall temps and damp fog permeating our living space), I assumed I had "The Covid". I assumed this with the irrational fear, and absolute conviction, that comes with being an anxiety sufferer even when we do not have a deadly pandemic hiding in plain sight. (BOO!) I did try to talk myself down, Hub reminded me I was using worry to project myself into a future that I didn't want (ICU, ventilator, etc, etc.), and I meditated. All were helpful to a degree. And still....did we make a mistake with the party?
We spent weeks figuring out how to gather safely indoors now that outdoor gatherings would be slightly miserable (cold and wet). We decided to clean and clear our garage, hang fabric shower curtain liners over the open shelving, string party lights, set up tables and chairs at least 8 feet apart for each family unit. We had hand sanitizer and sanitizing wipes at the ready. We told everyone that costumes were optional but masks were mandatory.
Hub should have a degree in indoor ventilation by now with his research into, and buying of, HEPA Air Purifiers -- six of them! -- set strategically in the garage and the adjacent Game Room (pool table, darts, foosball). He opened doors and windows and put box fans in windows opposite to draw air through the rooms, creating adequate flow to eliminate "dead air" spaces. He tested this by carrying a lit candle around watching which way the flame bent.
When we all gathered (Son One and his family, Son Two and his wife) we went outside to the yard to do a Candy Hunt. Having lost Easter to Covid lockdown, I decided to create the traditional Easter Egg Hunt, but with Halloween candies inside the plastic eggs. The grand-girls loved it. Then we came in to the snacks I had spent all day creating. Big hit. Our 11 y/o granddaughter brought a dip and some cookies too -- she's turned into quite the cook/baker! Then we carved pumpkins together, displaying the finished masterpieces. A light supper of homemade (all from scratch, of which I am inordinately proud, since I don't normally cook) pumpkin soup, chili, cornbread, and pumpkin cake for dessert came last. A few of us played a game of pool, some sat and visited together. Then it was over. Days and days of planning, two full days of work to cook, set up, and orchestrate and it was over in about 3-1/2 hours. We were exhausted. But we think we created a safe and memorable experience.
Still, is that what every family thinks, even those who end up with Covid in their midst? We did remove masks to eat, to sip beverages, but masks were on at all other times...except our little 5 y/o who has such a hard time keeping her mask on and her distance from us, but I noticed she's much better with the mask if she does come close. We did stay at least (usually more than) six feet apart. Even with all our ventilation, was this too big a risk? I think of all those going to restaurants, maskless, surrounded by strangers, eating and drinking, and who knows which way the indoor air is blowing, if at all? Our party had to be safer than that, right?
I will be so grateful for the day when seeing my family doesn't include the "countdown to symptoms" anxiety that I felt this morning. This is Day 5 post-party. So far so good....
At least, that's the view from here...©
