The other day I was at work COVID19 style. As in, I was in the living room with the laptop propped up on an impromptu high ‘desk’ (a shelf 🙂 ), while I sat on a large yoga ball. Seriously, so much more comfortable than an office chair or the sofa, plus the sight frisson of danger that you may roll backwards and legs up in a most undignified way. 🙂
From my office perch I have a good view out to the garden and being in an old house in the sticks, there’s a lot of greenery. The autumn sun was bright enough to bring a cool blue to the sky and light up the remaining leaves on the apple trees. I found myself thinking back to earlier this year when lockdown preparations were underway and then, a lot of us were working from home.
Time seems to have passed strangely this year. The routine of school, work, walk, lunch, work, tea, relax, and then bed seems to have blended the days and weeks into a vagueness. While Monday appears a little too quickly at times, the actual months are skipping by. Not that that’s not been good things happening – birthdays, the awesomeness of small happenings, random acts of kindness, Chams meetings starting up again, etc. For others who’ve not been able to work during the lockdown periods, they’ve had time on their hands.
I think the impact on lockdowns is a mixed bag. Some people – like me – are loving working from home, but not everyone can do that or like it. We are all different. Some poor souls are out of work or are at risk of unemployment as our world changes. No pub visits, less clothing purchases, and no need to pop out for a lunchtime snack. It’s not an easy time for many and that’s without the worry of falling ill.
Lockdowns have been tough on trans folk too as meetings have been cut back until recently, people have had time to dwell on things, we can’t get out and be ‘all of ourselves’, and if folk have been dressing at home to keep safe, that can be difficult due to video calls or being at home with your family. Having those support or coping methods removed can have significant impact on a person. With all of that and the reminder that life can be fragile, I wonder if the COVID19 situation might prompt closeted trans folk to take a step out.
I’m incredibly grateful that our local experts, venue staff, and Chams members have worked hard on keeping the venue open and group going. Not just for me, but for those who need a safe space to be themselves and feel okay about who they are. The virtual meetings in-between sessions help as well and they bring in different attendees. Due to health reasons, not everyone can attend Thursdays in person, so giving a route to let folk feel part of something seems a good idea. I’m wondering about keeping the e-meetings running long term. It’s a good way to keep in touch.
Talking of Thursdays, I was out at Chams and managed an early pass due to careful dinner arrangement. Despite last time’s fail on applyin false eyelashes, this time I’d been reading up. It seems perseverance and practice – with a sprinkle of the right glue and some dumb luck 😉- all paid off. I did have a slight issue removing my mask at the end of the night, as somehow I’d threaded the cord through my earring. Ah, there’s no hope for some eh? 😉 Oh, a note of thanks to Val as I’d left my camera at home, so the snap is via Val’s camera.
The upstairs room isn’t quite ready yet, although it’s coming along nicely and when we’re ready to move in, I think it’ll be interesting to see how this works for us. I’m hoping it’ll go well and perhaps having the kitchen in with the room, we won’t be split up as we often are. Well, in normal years that is. Not that there’s been much normal about 2020. 😁