Stories of the Pandemic ..?

[De Troll]

 ...... under the thought of "Don't everyone talk a once" ..?

    Wondered if folks had "interesting" stories of events related to what might be considered as a "Time Warp"..?

    I personally had some adventures.. I might have been less effected than most .. already reclusive and a bit of a hoarder.. my story begins with "old house and old plumbing" issues.. That required having a "port-a-John" on south end of my front porch for over a year.. Turned into having my main bathroom redone.. Old tub configuration converted into a walk-in shower.. That included trips to "old John" in the dead of winter .. with a flashlight .. and having the "thing" blown off the porch during a wind storm.. The only positives .. having a place to go .. and the servicing company .. supplying the toilet paper .. : )
    It all worked out .. as plumbing issues where resolved and bathroom redo was completed .. and now the memories of an assortment of minor traumas has faded (almost) ..       

[Sweetwilliam]

The beginning of the pandemic and isolation in 2020 coincided with the death of my boyfriend of 36 years after his three-year long health battle that we knew he would lose.  Hiding and withdrawing from the world suited me perfectly at the time.  A little over fours years later I've learned to find as much genuine pleasure I can out of the smallest things that come my way and to be thankful for them.

[Horse’s Rear]

No one was ever more suited by circumstance and temperament for a global pandemic than I. Two and a half years before it arrived, I got married; twenty months before it arrived, I was widowed. Six months before it arrived, I retired and moved all my books home. During isolation I developed two mail order hobbies: buying suits to wear when it ended (bad idea—I outgrew them all during lockdown) and curating a wine cellar (great idea—there is no better investment in quality home entertainment!)

[Sweetwilliam]

For sure, in life you can plan but you can't predict.

[De Troll]

 ...... sorry for the losses both of you suffered..

   It's interesting .. I was never a suit person ..? I thing because I was a 44 long and no suits in that size came with pants that could be altered to a 30-32" waste.. Unless custom made(when I was young).. As I got older dress codes went out .. and "business casual" became the order of the day.. Then in retirement .. had no use for suits .. or even sports-coats .. shirts and ties..? My thing .. was always shoes ..?   
   Until about 5 years ago .. I never feared much of anything.. As health issues advanced .. I began to fear more and more ..? Now can't count the number of things that scare me ..? Almost seems like if there is nothing to fear .. I ruminate on a things until I find some part of everything to fear ..

 .... I guess past 75 .. most stories are those "at the edge of something" ..? 

[DJK]

Sorry for your loss.

I feel  like I took my first steps out of isolation last year.  Because of arthritis and peripheral neuropathy from chemotherapy, I am mobility impaired.  Driving makes my legs hurt and John has dementia - still him, but he should not drive.  The upside of this is that my family looks for things to take us to, so I got back to Saratoga last year. (I dunno, it feels a bit different, but I don't get around like I used to), My daughter and I have been planning a trip to Vermont of the eclipse next mont.  Started thinking about it after the last one.

[DJK]

As for the pandemic...  well, I was supposed to go on a trip to England in April 2020.  Obviously, that didn't happen.  I managed to amuse myself with online "panels" arranged by Galaxy Con.  There were Doctor Who mass viewings, often with online commentary from the creatives from whichever episode it was.
But hell hit in 2021.  Nope, didn't get COVID but developed sepsis.  A week in the hospital with noone allowed to visit.  Then a couple weeks in a nursing home that was terribly understaffed.  I still have nightmares about the place - they even forgot to feed me a couple of times!  Then my father started having trouble talking.  He was in south central PA.  Once I was well enough, my kids started alternating trips to see him (yes, they really did want to see him), bringing me along.  He died of, mostly, glioblastoma late in the year. The last time I saw Dad, a couple of my siblings were there.  He could no longer talk or feed himself, although he could understand us.  We took him on a picnic and discovered if we put on the music he loved, he could sing along.  So we all sang with him until he got too tired.
Of course, there was a new great-granddaughter, eventually we could have family parties.