COVID-19 and what we have in stock


Dark days, Out and about / Monday, March 16th, 2020

When I walk into Aldi, my favorite grocery store, I meet a lady walking out. She is carrying one item. “Good luck, people,” she says, just loudly enough to be heard, but quietly enough to be ignored if desired. “There is not much in there.”

After that, I am relieved to see that most of the things I want are, in fact, there. Plenty of fresh produce. Plain chips. Barbecue sauce and peanut butter and string cheese. Milk – only whole milk, but milk. Eggs. I am not exactly emergency shopping, but also I do not want to head into an uncertain week with my fridge as near depletion as it currently is. The canned goods aisle has taken a pretty hard hit, but that is okay, and the Shut Up Noodles are long gone. No paper products to speak of. I am not buying toilet paper; we can always use leaves.

The cashiers are still asking people “Did you find everything you need?” but looking surprised if they say, “Yes.”

Basically the thing that scares me the most about COVID-19 is that my husband is more concerned than I am. This is the first time that has ever happened in the Zook universe as we know it.

Usually when I hypothesize and hyperventilate, he takes me in his arms and says something reassuring, about the world not being that crazy, and about things going on. This time, I float a random worry off the top of my head and he says quietly, “I’ve thought of that.” He does not say all he is thinking. And he still takes me in his arms; we are not elbow bumping. For these graces I am thankful.

I go to Walmart next, and take a photo of the Cough & Cold aisle in the pharmacy.

An acquaintance of mine strikes up a conversation, lays her hand on my shoulder and says Do not fear this coronavirus. All we need to do is eat jalapeños to keep the mucus flowing. That’s all. It’s better than the flu. She talks at length, becomes louder and increasingly excited until I finally slip away. Three aisles away, I can hear her still holding forth, bellowing to random strangers passing by her. “Buy jalapeños, people. It’s not that hard.” A Walmart associate who just left her is speaking very quietly into his radio.

Sometimes the word I pick to describe it is funny, but that is a bad word when people I don’t know are dying. Surreal. That is better. The world has gone mad, all at once and together. We are strangely unified, and strangely unmade.

Most people I meet in town this night are still able to smile, and relax a little when I speak to them. The only aisle where I find unspoken panic is in the canned goods aisle, again, where I stop to check for the Noodles That Shall Not Be Named. All flavors are gone but one shrimp-chili-burn-your-mouth kind. An old woman is pushing a shopping cart with forty or fifty cans of vegetables stacked neatly inside. I stand thinking, and in the low undertone of decision making and the rustle, I can hear the silent rising terror. When I step out of the aisle, it is gone.

Maybe I should speak peace to the populace, but I do not want to be the jalapeño heckler, peddling my beliefs and shoving the aromas up people’s sinuses. My style is one-on-one: to thank the shelf stockers for cleaning up after the masses. To ask if they are doing okay.

I do not buy peppers, of any heat spectrum.

I find almond bark for the leprechaun bait this weekend, and Adidas cologne spray for my boys. Tide detergent. Rice Chex. Good apples. I am reassured to find that no one else was stocking up on Take 5’s in case the world does end, and they were on my list because my daughter and I just shared the last one, so I buy a bag and I know I have that, at least. Now we are prepared.

I deal with most concerns by laughing in public, and whispering all my fears and sins against my husband’s shoulder in private.

I do not mean the earth should not be gone mad in the face of pandemic, that concern is unmerited. I mean I can hardly believe that we are at this place, that we have this awful kind of thing to think of. A steep price for an ultra-connected world.

A few weeks ago, I read the novel Station Eleven just as the virus was starting to gather speed. This is the best time possible to read the book, if you are still able to find it ironic and farfetched. Not so good if you are personally affected. The plot centers around a pandemic that destroys most of the world’s population – and hence, technology and culture.

You probably are hoping I will have words of wisdom for you at the end of this post, but I do not have any of my own.

I have the words of my friend M, who says,

“The frantic people are those who are desperately dependent on their incomes, who have breakfast and lunch provided at school and who go through the drive-through for dinner. They don’t have enough food in the house for two days. Most of us have enough for what – a month? with our canned goods and our freezers? And we have our friends; we have each other. Every time we leave our driveways, we should be praying for the Holy Spirit’s peace and wisdom, that we can bring Him into the situations we encounter, and that His presence in us can be a calm in our world.”

I do not have words of my own, but we have the Word, and it is always apples of gold in pictures of silver. It says,

He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?

I pray peace and health for you in Christ.

Amen.


Station Eleven is not what I would call a brilliant book, but it is interesting and timely. Plenty of awful moments. Hope. Worth reading, though you might not like that sex occurs (non-graphically) and what my (other) friend M calls “the obligatory gay couple.” I do not know if she would like to be quoted on this and so I am Almost hat-tipping her but Not Quite.

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What are you thinking about these days?

14 Replies to “COVID-19 and what we have in stock”

    1. Ours closed too. 😔 Makes sense to me, but I’m bummed not to be able to access one of my favorite resources. Ebooks, here we come.

  1. What I’m thinking about these days…hoping we don’t get sick, for one. Contemplating my own COVID-19 blog post, for another. And thirdly, mourning over the cancellation of the CLP writer’s and Artist’s Conference in VA. 🙁

  2. Your 4th paragraph struck a chord with me. Normally my husband’s informed, level headed stance has eased my fears on things like Iran and Bernie Sanders. This time it is his measured concern that has leveled my flippant dismissal of it all. Praying for God’s mercies of peace and health… and ample toilet paper.

  3. My friend said the same thing – her husband is taking this very seriously. He’s a firefighter as well. Those in EMS must understand the severity of the situation better than the rest of us. At any rate, we do well to respect the restrictions that are in place even when we don’t understand them. (Try explaining that to teens though!) On another note, our libraries are closed as well. ☹️Thankfully we got a stack of books on Thursday!

  4. Okay you asked:
    Hoping we don’t run out of toilet paper but I’ve been reading many homemaker blogs on substitutes and making your reusable wipes.

    Our church discouraging physical contacts at church but doing elbows bumping or fist bumps. We probably looked rather silly and visitors probably thought we had a secret greeting. Some of us ladies hugged each other anyway. We decided we don’t have cooties.

    How much crocheting I can get done because I have a bunch of UFOs( unfinished objects)

    How long is this crisis is going to last

    Should I weather the snow on Wednesday for my doctor appointment

    Will probably write my own post on COVID-19

    I’m happy to see your post today Shari!😊

  5. I just read Station 11 in January and I keep telling my husband “This just feels too much like Station 11” 🤦🏻‍♀️ No one else I know has read it and so I’m glad to hear someone else talk about it!

    1. I’ve also read Station Eleven (twice!) and I often find myself comparing and contrasting the fiction pandemic to the real one. Hopefully there will continue to be far more contrasts than comparisons.
      Comparing this pandemic to the 1918 Spanish Flu is far less reassuring. I’m glad that we seem to have learned some lessons from history, and I hope that the measures we’re taking make enough of a difference.
      I’m not a blogger, but I feel I could write a post about COVID-19. So many thoughts go through my mind, and I just wanna tell everyone, “Take this seriously. Don’t panic, but take it seriously.” But maybe some of the initial scoffing has abated and my words are needless.

  6. I live in Germany and everything is closed: Schools, kindergarten, churches, museums, zoos… I could post the same kind of pictures 😉 When I came home from the supermarket yesterday I told my neighbours (older couple) that I wonder why people buy so much toilet paper. My neighbours answered: “We bought 10 packages because we don`t trust the government!”. They are non-believers and panicking.
    I thought: Maybe in this crisis people will be more open for the gospel and will see that the Christians are “like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green.”
    And doesn’t the Bible prophesy that there will be diseases at the end of the time?
    I am sure Jesus will carry his children through this time! It is okay to be afraid, but then we should seek refuge in his arms.

  7. This is very interesting. So many ideas and perspectives are being shared online. I never know which news articles to believe. A news report of the first positive test in Lebanon at the VA, but a report through an acquaintance that it was not a true report. The patient showed symptoms but no positive test results. They try to panic people. It is very real. It is very dangerous. BUT people are panicked. I believe we need to obey the authority over us. Avoid gatherings. Wash hands. Use extreme caution but don’t worry and don’t panic. God has this. He’s in control. How do we prepare? No different than normal living, I suppose. I’ve grown up prepared because of low finances. Buy on sale and stock up then… Not have stockpiles though. Freezers are full. Some canning.

    And our biggest blessing- BLESSINGS OF HOPE in Lititz, PA. We volunteer to pack food boxes every Wednesday morning. Such a blessing to be able to bless others and then also get our own groceries there. I haven’t been in a grocery store for so long. It’s such a blessing!! BTW .. They need more volunteers now with more people needing food boxes. Look it up if you are interested.
    Stay safe everyone! Be careful and be blessed!

  8. Favorite comment: “Not buying toilet paper. We can use leaves” 😂 Thankful you’re safe. Thanks for adding your words & perspective everything that’s going on.

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