How It Usually Is

images-2.jpeg  Here in the East, we’d be awaiting spring, our cotton khakis and polo shirts stacked in the wings.

The daffodils in the Park, who’ve just arrived like pretty girls, would delight us, knowing they’re emissaries, announcing her imminent arrival.

We’d shake out our rugs, squirrels their tails amid a chorus of cardinals singing.

Wow, you’d think, sounds a little like, That’s Life, or is it, Moon River, then realize it is Sinatra, crooning from a boom box in a bicycle basket, propped up against a tree.

More babies would be out, gushing and gurgling, moms preening with pride.

We’d notice a change, in just about everyone, as we shed layers, like skin.

The newsboy, the fruit man, vendors and cops. Truck drivers, hard hats, baristas and kids. Even dogs perk up, knowing better than we do, life doesn’t get much better than in warmer climes…grass to roll in, the sun on our backs.

We’d hear the cheerful chimes of Mr. Softee, nannies treating their charges to Double Cherry Dips dribbling down their chins, a rightful rite of passage, that comes in a cone.

There are no masks or gloves, nor the scent of bleach coating the subway steps, reminding you…

DON’T TOUCH THE RAILING.

No, we’d be smiling, scrolling our Tweets making plans for dinner, dancing, dreaming without fear, but alas…

spring will look different this year, making us appreciate her more next year, with all this behind us.   images.jpeg

SB

 

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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58 Responses to How It Usually Is

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I think it’s easier in the north country because of all the outdoor space. Although summer weather by the pool would have been ideal.
    My shoulder surgery was cancelled, which is a pain in the … shoulder. Nothing life threatening, but it hurts constantly and I can’t use my left arm much. However, it could be worse. Luckily, it’s my nondominant arm.
    I’m venturing out for ‘senior only’ grocery shopping tomorrow morning. We get a special hour from six to seven a.m. Instead of calling us seniors or elderly I wish they’d just say ‘over 65’.
    A lot of us are getting all that reading time we wanted.

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    • We have that too, at Stop & Shop. Reading, yes, I’ve been doing my share. About to post my new reading list that felt a little frivolous but then thought, hey…keep going as if none of this were happening…right chapter, left chapter.

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  2. Yes indeed. Be careful this year, make as if you have the virus and dont want to infect someone else and be sensible and thoughtful. There is a silver lining, the light is there but just over the proverbial horizon.

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    • I’m glad you too, see it that way.

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      • I dont really honestly see there is any other way. Everyone has to be careful, change their habits to ensure that when this virus spreads, it is somewhat more contained or is spread more slowly so the medical people can provide more help to those who need it.

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      • New York looks so strange with every store closed. Signs explaining…I just came from the Park where very few people dare to go. I ran, and was happy to still be able to. Every day, they take some grace away. I don’t know what else to say. I understand why just not why it happened. Why it couldn’t have been prevented. Doing our best.

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  3. I enjoyed the recap of spring. It will only seem more beautiful once we return to normal. I think we all need to keep as much normal as we can in our lives.

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  4. Your post is as poetic as prose can get. Fabulous!

    We’re getting a new possible carrier this afternoon, Nathaniel. His university closed, and he is as homeless as David,$, and Rose. We’re going to be as careful as possible, but love will win. Hopefully love won’t kill us.

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  5. Eilene Lyon says:

    It is different this year, for sure. But moreso in the cities, I expect. We just got a dump of snow last night after a lot of very warm weather. Out come the shovels!

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  6. Dale says:

    See? And just like that, you brought us spring! It’s a little earlier for you than for us up north but basically, you made me feel like it was ’round the corner.
    While we are all told to stay home, it doesn’t mean we can’t take walks around our neighbourhoods, take in the seemingly fresher air…
    Our snow is melting by leaps and bounds but it is only March 19th so I will not get overly excited…

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  7. aFrankAngle says:

    Relatively homebound as we are, you delivered a smile on the first day of spring. Well done … and good to see that you got out for a run today. Currently raining here – but in the big scheme of life, that’s OK.

    Talked with one of my Italian cousins yesterday. Interesting hearing about what they are going through. Meanwhile, I don’t think I’d ever want to work in a truck labeled Mr. Softee – but I do like ice cream.

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  8. Good reminder. Mother Nature is NOT slowed by the virus. Fine post. Thank you.

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  9. Beautiful. My spring days never looked quite like that, but I did watch movies where they did. I am an indoor person, so this virus only gets me because of Mom and in the few times I do plan to go out.
    Thanks for those memories.
    Scott

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  10. Sorryless says:

    How priceless are the simple thing, indeed. I love this hopeful piece of spring thinking, SB.

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