I feel time is playing tricks, behaving like an elastic band. Time seems to have stretched out: it feels like forever since we were enjoying ourselves in Paris. Now each week dissolves, leaving hardly a trace. I have finished my nightly meetings with Alec Guinness in his “positively final appearance”, but a bit from the December chapter stuck in my mind. “The days, they say, are drawing out. All that strikes me is that in spite of the slowing up of time, the weeks gallop apace; Sunday comes sharp on the heels of Sunday.”
At first, it seemed that enforced isolation would have one positive aspect. Time without without socializing, shopping, travelling or hosting travelling friends would free up time to address some of those things one can always find a reason to leave for another day, month or year. There is the basement, never sorted out after moving, and the perfect thing to do during the winter months of which Canada has so many. Then there is the idea of learning and doing something new – writing a children’s book based upon a doll that belonged to my daughter. When rescued from the garbage and cleaned up, he looked just fine as the main character for a story – perfect for spring creativity and increased energy. Spring would also be a good time to address some landscaping at the front of the house, of which there is really none. And then there are all those bookcases full of books, in fact, a whole library of unread books, good at any time of the year. However, there is another side of COVID confinement – no cleaning help. Now too much time is filled with cleaning a rather large house, and Monday comes sharp on the heels of Monday as the dust rolls down the halls and the cleaning cycle starts up again. No new tasks get taken up.
Right at the moment, time seems to be collaborating with its colleague, the weather. Early summer arrived with 30 degree days several weeks ago, but down jackets have been donned again, and tonight the temperature will descend to 6 degrees. As Ontario has begun to open up further, although cases are still not falling consistently, the weather seems to be intimating that it is April or perhaps early May in COVID time, and too soon to be tossing aside so many precautionary measures. I read a comment today that COVID is very young as a virus, mere months old, and we have hardly gotten to know it. Nonetheless, the more than three months of self-isolating feel much longer: time is still playing its tricks.