Buoys in the Water

Yesterday as I was leaving my building, a woman from an upper floor was weeping on the arm of the doorman who was helping her to the elevator. Despite being 3 in the afternoon, she was in her bathrobe. I waited to ask if she was okay.

Hal said, she had hit her arm against the door.

“Was she hurt?”

“No, just drunk.”

Made me take pause since, this virus has compromised many people that I know.

Mary, I’ll call her, a girl from AA, hasn’t been out since March.  She’s let her hair grow gray halfway down her back while gaining 30 pounds. She’s so ashamed at the way she looks that she doesn’t turn the video on during our Zoom meeting.

She can’t deal with her fear, or even neutralize it enough to get her hair done, or go for a much needed walk.

She’s the sweetest woman, so it’s heartbreaking to sit by and watch.

Another man I know won’t even come get his mail convinced he’ll get Covid from the mailman who had to start taking it back to the post office.

The Amazon and Fresh Direct deliveries fill the foyer all day like the lobby is suddenly a warehouse.

I am much bewildered by all of this after maintaining healthy habits from the beginning that have seen me through. That’s not to say, I too don’t have moments of fear, I do. But I wrestle them to the ground when they appear determined to not be its victim.

I’ve run every day, early when few people are out. I then go to the store, again when it’s not busy.

Despite wanting to act out at times, I still manage to eat well, no sugar to speak of unless it’s fruit, knowing how it will ignite anxiety that lurks like a thief stalking your sanity.

Writing and reading have kept me sane, the first to express, the latter, to refill the well.

I feel for that woman upstairs, hysterical from gin more than real pain, since we can all choose alcohol, a handy option, but I’m here to tell you, Hemingway, strong coffee, blueberries and a call to a friend will serve you better.

What are your buoys in the water?

Tell me, I’d like to know.      


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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36 Responses to Buoys in the Water

  1. God, family, friends, and neighbors keep me tethered. Friends include blog friends around the world. Taking a daily walk is physically and mentally restorative. We live with someone who has had a drinking problematic, and he has stayed dry through the pandemic. There is so much for us to be thankful for.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    I’m working a couple of days a week with the Census. I’m also repainting a few rooms in the house.
    Weekends are spent cooking for whichever of my four children and their families come over. I also have my 90 yr old father and step-mom for dinner at least once every two weeks. They are the only ones who have been inside my home. Pookie and I miss getting together with our 9 brothers and sisters, and our friends.

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  3. Exercise. A daily walk of 4-6 miles in whatever weather happens to occur. Get out, sniff the flowers and try to find all the critters in the hedgerows. Then the garden so I can run around off lead whilst being harassed by my brother who thinks he is a vampire and always wants to play. A varied diet helps too, as I always have potatoes, sweet potatoes, peas, carrots, parsnip and swede in my food. Lastly, for the moment, is tickles. I always get a human to give me belly rubs and tell me I am a good boy.

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  4. kingmidget says:

    It’s been an interesting year for me. I retired at the end of February, eager to pursue all the things that had been put on hold while I worked and worked and worked some more. 27 years of working as an attorney, the last 15 in a very stressful environment, came to an end. In some ways, because of my retirement, I have felt unmoored for much of this year. But not really, I have been given the freedom now to do the things I want to do — while I still need to find some paying work, things aren’t desperate yet. So, what are my buoys — writing (I finished the novel I was working on), painting (I’m going to set up a website in the next couple of months to see if there is interest in what I do), cooking, exercise (I’ve started bicycling and so far my knee is holding up), napping, and reading. And friends of course — those I’ve made in social media land, the conversations we have via technology that didn’t exist before, and those that are closer by.

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  5. Dale says:

    I think we bloggers are in the lucky group to get through this crazy year. Exercise is definitely a must to get out there and breathe the fresh air.

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  6. Humor and exercise have done wonders to calm those anxious moments. Writing helps but nothing like getting on a bike and struggling up a hill to ward off the boogeyman.

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  7. Sorryless says:

    Can’t believe 2020 could be any more forgettable and now comes the fact that I’ve grounded myself from running. I was feeling soreness in my left knee. While it’s nothing to panic about, I also want to make sure I tend to any possible issues before I hit the road again. As it is, I have taken to a stationary bike and it’s gone well. Maybe next year it’s time to switch to cycling.

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  8. I don’t think anyone will be able to calculate the emotional toll this pandemic has had on the world. May it pass quickly. For me it’s mostly my creative endeavors that keep me sane, as well as fires in the backyard where I can be out in the fresh air and away from my desk.

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  9. well said, life for me has been normal, not writing as much, but pretty much normal here. I go to the stores when I need to, we go to lunch and dinner with friends, we social distance, we wear our masks and we live.

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    • Glad to hear you’re well. So many bloggers have disappeared. Makes you wonder.

      To quote Maya Angelou…

      “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” That’s all we can do presently, DAF, face what is, masked with patience and fortitude, like those lions so aptly named who hold vigil in front of the main branch of New York Public Library. Take good care and nice hearing from you.

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  10. A walk outside, a dog to pet, and a love that I met.

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