I can’t begin to imagine what that means…
The following is a tale about potetially resuming an emotionally-charged activity under conditions that only vaguely resemble normalcy:
I’ve mentioned before (for those following my story in minute detail, i.e., stalking me) that I’ve sung in a local community college choir for the past 20 years. Of course, it shut down a year ago, which was a huge loss in my single life. I really missed it, not just the singing, but the routine of regular human contact, the camaraderie, the performing, those occasional sublime moments of connecting with others through music. But I’ve gotten resigned to being without it.
Well, I was in touch with the choir director this past Wednesday and she told me the college choir has resumed meeting in person.
My mind was completely blown. I felt like Linda Blair in The Exorcist when her head spun around (minus the vomiting). I assumed that event was waaaaay off in the future, maybe postponed until the fall 2021 semester. It was like hearing that the spouse/lover you assumed would be away for the next year or so was back in town and you could go have coffee with them if you wanted to. Brain could not comprehend. 
She said they’re doing some people in person (currently only 10-ish, or whoever shows up) and some people on Zoom (about the same number). She sent me the link to the Zoom class the next day so I could check it out. The kids are seated quite far apart in the big choir room, and they’re wearing special singers’ masks, which are very thick and completely envelope the entire lower part of your face. The Zoomers were in our various settings mostly on mute. The camera in the room was stationary so we couldn’t see much. The Zoom experience was pretty unsatisfactory, but there was my beloved choir room, and my teacher, and the piano, and songs I already knew.
The experience stirred up many feelings. Without going into lengthy detail, suffice it to say that I have a deeply rooted connection to this choir, the choir director, the music department, the school, and to the memories associated with the past 20 years in that group. A whole boatload of emotional highs and lows. I want to go back, but I’m not ready to sit inside with people-- even masked-- who haven’t been vaccinated. Most of them are too young to be eligible yet.
I haven’t worked it out internally. I will likely keep Zooming just to feel connected. Maybe I’ll just focus on the fall. I hate the idea of them going on without me… I’m just a soupy stew of feelings about this…