Mary Beth Writes

Weather makes a big difference, doesn’t it? Quarantine when it’s balmy and sunny is different than waking to grey sky, 33 degrees, and gale warnings. We are such earthy creatures.  All the things we are and know and can do ... and we are still moody on a dreary day.

When I woke to freezing temps and wind advisories I skipped my morning walk. There were plenty of things to do, including interviewing my own nephew who is three cat whiskers from making Eagle Scout. He needed one more particular recommendation, so we talked, I wrote it up and stuck it in an envelope. And then the sun came out.

Post office is a half hour from here so I took a walk after all. Len came with. Ate Peeps when i got home.

Happier Camper.

I am a 25-years participant in The Sister Study. (more about it here)  My sister died of breast cancer in the late 1980’s. This study is long-term tracking of the health of 50,000 women who have/had a sister with this cancer.

Just today I received an email from the Sister Study asking if I would consider downloading a particular Covid-19 tracking app. Information is being collated by several hospitals and medical schools in the US and Great Britain. My info will also be shared to the Sister Study.

So I’m the person who quit playing Words With Friends because privacy issues – but today I downloaded an app that asks me to send in my health status DAILY to a consortium of medical institutions.  I’m glad to do this.

If you want to consider it, this is where I started. (this is not the proposed Google/Facebook monitoring which I do not trust).

Also, it will give info back to Len and me (he also signed up).  It will tell us the daily count of Covid cases in our county.

How to participate:

  • Provide daily updates (your phone will ask whether to "Allow" or "Don't Allow" push notifications-be sure to select "Allow" to receive reminders to provide daily updates)


A month of quarantine is interesting. All my life I’ve claimed I was introverted and yet if the topic came up there were always folks who didn’t believe me. I like people and am pretty happy when I’m among them. If I’ve hung out with you and I didn’t look like I was suffering, believe me, I wasn’t!

But as most introverted people will attest, liking to be alone doesn’t mean we don’t like people. It just means we think, work, and breathe most easily when we are away from the Madding Crowd.     

In this past month I have been able to experience what it’s like to not be responsible to be sociable. I can go hours without talking to anyone but Len, nd sometimes we go hours without talking to each other. It is so uncomplicated to take long walks by myself, to read, write, and think long thoughts. 

I’m learning here.  I don’t have it parsed out, but some things will need to change going forward.  I really love long empty days that are filled with activities I believe in.

What about you?  Are you a surprised that you don’t mind being cut off from others?

Or is being separated from family and friends just relentless pebbles in your shoes?





The only difference for me is that my husband and daughter are with me during this quarantine. Lucky for me they have work and school. It is difficult when we are stuck together to explain my need to be alone. Well, I’m never really alone. The two dogs shadow me wherever I go 24/7! MB, I knew you were introverted...
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I wonder if Paul was also an introvert, but for a lot of reasons, just kept being outgoing and sociable,

I am mostly enjoying staying home and I am not surprised. In normal times I have this quietly nagging feeling - call it guilt of a sort that I should be out and about going places and socializing. Now I am free to read and watch and write and cook with no feelings of guilt - it is a pleasure. I do miss my massages and I miss grocery shopping, but I can deal with this as long as needed.
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Me, too.

I too can be quite content being alone with my TV or computer, only occasionelly music. Time outside walking or just being on my deck in nature, since I live on a stream with wild area all around my home, is very comfortable for me. I enjoy being around people, but have always thought of myself as shy,,,maybe introverted, which most people don't thing I am. I get your feelings completely.

I understand the feeling. I realized I am an outgoing introvert, I enjoy people, I'm not shy or reserved. But I need my alone time to recharge my batteries & I 've learned that I love working alone from home as I have the opportunity to do so now.
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I wonder if this 'socially adept introvert' is evenly distributed between (among?) sexes? Or is it more common in women than in men? Because for women, being social is a survival skill, most of us learn how to be sociable well and early - thus missing the opportunity to understand ourselves as people who need a lot of alone time.

Wow-I've never thought of it like that! It makes total sense for me because it took me a very long time to figure out who I actually was & what made me tick. Thank you for the new perspective.

I have found a new comfort in the quiet...I am a talker, as you know, MB, yet here in my own home that I share with my cat and a friend, there is a wonderful stillness, a shared yet individual “cocoon” of relaxation and healing. Bought of us having a medical crisis not long before this happened (he flatlined and was brought back), it is a restful time. I don’t even wonder what the future brings as I am content now.

I enjoy my alone time, always have its my time to think, cook, plan, terrorize, and create and spend time with the animals or animal as it is now... I've always liked the company of the animals I've surrounded myself with through the years more than the company of my fellow humans, with only a few exceptions... I've started to excercise more which is making me feel better and healhier... And I'm not really stressing out about how long this is going to last because I like myself enough to spend the time doing what I enjoy...

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Quarantine Diary #108 6/30/2020 Woke Neighbors

I was quietly sitting here, just writing, when I heard yelling. I looked up and there was Modern America Right Here Right Now, in front of my house.

Cops had a car pulled over and were yelling at someone to come out. A black man with dreadlocks got out, hands in air, protesting and arguing to the cops. I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but he was arguing respectfully. I heard his “Sir” several times. He was not swearing that I could hear.

Quarantine Diary #104 6/26/2020 Common Sense

This very small story has been lurking in my mind for decades and I have been thinking about it again, just recently.

One afternoon I overheard my dad complaining to my mom about schoolteachers. I suppose they were having a busy week in the print shop when a teacher from the high school dropped off, late in the day, a print job that needed to be completed in less time than was convenient. I’m guessing it was the school newspaper.

Quarantine Diary #101 6/23/2020 Today the Protest Came to Us

I keep saying Len and I are not going to protests because of Covid.

But then one came to us.

Late yesterday afternoon we heard that Mike Pence and Betsy DeVos would be at a meeting this morning at Saratoga STEM school here in Waukesha. It's three blocks from our house. 

The meeting was to talk about school choice. School choice is when you take taxpayer education funds away from local schools, change neighborhood schools into “choice schools” that will attract kids from outside that neighborhood and then you underfund the neighborhood school that's left.

Quarantine Diary #99 6/20/2020 "A bonfire of small changes ..."

This evening Trump is speaking to a political rally in a Tulsa venue that can hold 19,000 people. There will be no social distancing. The place is enclosed. Masks are optional. Boggles the mind.

Yesterday morning I went to a local Stein’s garden mecca to see if they have marigolds on sale yet. They don’t even have marigolds NOT on sale!

But this happened.

I wore a mask. There were only about six other people shopping while I was there and they were all masked, too. The clerk, working outside in that 85-degrees of drenching humidity, was also wearing a mask.

Quarantine Diary #97 Le Bistro de Garage..

People don’t need to care about “decorating and home design.” As long as one can live safely in their abode while getting done the things they need and want to get done, that’s civilization.

Quarantine Diary #93 6/14/2020 What happens when life goes on hold?

Since I stopped writing every day the Quarantine Diary number no longer precisely matches the number of days since I (we) fell into this pandemical rabbit hole. I just calculated. I started intentionally quarantining March 13th – which means I am now on day #93.  From now on, I will label the days since quarantine started, not how many diary entries I have written.  It’s more relevant to consider how long this has gone on. Your tally might vary by a few days, depending on when you realized you were in quarantine also.

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