I am getting used to wearing a face mask now any time I go out. A mask is my frontline of protection from Covid-19. If I don’t wear it I might contract the virus and I could die from it.
It is very scary to learn that over 250,000 people have died from this virus in America. I don’t want to be added to this statistic. I am careful and aware of the surroundings wherever I go. I don’t eat inside restaurants. I wash my hands with hand sanitizer any time I see it. I am concerned about my health now more than I was before this pandemic.
Despite the pandemic I enjoy going to the Saturday farmers market. I see a sea of people with colorful face masks there. I see familiar people every week: the woman who sells honey, tall women selling meat, a woman shopper with a basket on one shoulder and a sack on the other, a food truck vender selling barbecued chicken. My last stop at the farmers market is the fish stall. I pick up a pound of salmon or black cod for dinner. Life goes on.
Coping with the news that your friends have died is difficult. All of a sudden I won’t see them anymore. Who is going to show me around when I go to New York or Idaho? There’ll be one person missing at the table when we go out for a banquet. Only their memories stay with me now.
I will stay the course doing the same thing I am doing right now. Taking yoga, Zumba and English classes via Zoom. I will adapt and adjust my life accordingly to any situation that put upon me. I will try to master the Gloria dance in Zumba. It requires a lot of coordination between hands and feet, which I am having trouble with right now. I hope that my English teachers, Karen, Emily and Emily continue to teach and improve my knowledge of the language.
Submitted by Terry Anusasananan, San Mateo – San Mateo County.
This was submitted as part of Project Read, a program of the San Mateo Public Library.