Dill Pickle Soup
I called a friend the other night to check up on her – she’s in her 80s and is staying inside where it’s safe. She has an excellent support circle in her community and has all she needs. Including her dinner that evening – homemade dill pickle soup.
“Dill pickle soup is a thing?” I asked her.
“It’s a delicious thing,” she said.
I’ll take her word for it. And add dill pickles to the grocery list. Not essential, though, so it may be a while before I test the recipe.
A crisis brings out the worst in people. It also brings out the best. I learned about “caremongering” this week, a new social media trend started here in Canada.
The Washington Post reported:
Caremongering is cast as the antithesis in name and spirit to fearmongering. Instead of singing doomsday dirges, caremongers are coming together to form networks to support their communities, including people who are stuck at home, financially precarious or otherwise in distress. Groups have sprung up across the country, many organizing through social media platforms. They vary in form and size, from a handful of members to thousands. Some distribute food and supplies while others coordinate and run errands for those unable to do them. And some serve as a platform to organize volunteers.
Doing Nothing is Doing Something
My days have a surreal quality to them. I hear the news, I read the stories, and I feel the anxiety rising. I understand the panic and the alarm. I feel compelled to answer the call, to rise to the occasion, to fix it, to DO SOMETHING!
My stepson and his wife are both essential service workers – he’s an RPN in a long term care facility and she works at Shoppers – both are struggling – he from overwork, under-resourced, and ridiculous policies that must be scrapped (i.e. documentation for the sake of funding requirements) and she has constantly been on the receiving end of abusive behaviour from anxious and panicked customers.
Yet when I look around me, from my perch on the couch or at the keyboard, I see that my world is exactly the same as before. I see the hills in the distance, the birds at the feeder, the cats curled at my feet. What’s to be alarmed about?
Doing nothing is the best thing I can do, it seems. As the memes suggest, as an introvert, I’ve been preparing for this my entire life.
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