Our friend Mac has been “sequestering” herself in the midst of the “outbreak.”
Wait. Let me step back. I hate the current use of the word “quarantine.” Everyone is using it, and it’s usually not correct. Quarantine is methodical and academic. Keeping to yourself to avoid catch a cold or the flu is better called “sequestering” or even “cloistering,” which has elegant spiritual implications. But as usual, I split hairs.
Oh, to split another hair, “outbreak” and “epidemic” aren’t really the right words for our situation. Technically, it’s a “pandemic,” but I’m going with “panic.”
I am also sick to death of the name of the current situation, so I’m not even really using it. You can look it up.
Our friend Mac has been “staying in” as much as possible this week.
It’s true that our situation is historic, and it is key to record and remember it. Make analogies. Who remembers where they were when 9/11 happened? When John F. Kennedy was assassinated? When Pearl Harbor was attacked? Not many remain who remember that, but just imagine the insane level of fear and uncertainty of going to war with a world power, not knowing if Japan might do to you what it had been doing to China in the 1930s.
Can I not stay on topic? Mac, our young friend who came to visit, photograph and interview Abby and me recently, has been blogging about her efforts to cloister herself (link), and I like what I see. I hope she decides she loves blogging long after this crisis is over, and I promise her I will read every word.