Surviving the Wilderness…

Daily writing prompt
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

I’m not sure which one goes before the other, adapting or surviving? Can one even allow those two things to exist in the same plane of thought?

When I think on all that went life interruptus, from the moment of the shut down, there isn’t a whole lot of adapting that went on. We lost our livelihood, our nest egg and our home, along with everything we could not carry, as the Sherriff stood at our door with an eviction notice!

Currently, we still exist within a 32 foot RV that has no working toilet or hot water. Again, is it adapting or surviving?

It’s difficult to assess whether there is much adapting mixed in with all the fear, distrust and hiding that continues to occur these days. I suppose the answer depends on how a person experienced things. Some got sick, while some died, and from this arose such a level of ugliness among humans toward one another… fear, distrust and outright hatred. Somehow, surviving in the wilderness, seems a safer bet than trying to adapt to such an unhappy society. If you are someone who experienced loss of any kind, due to Covid, using the word adapting seems almost like adding insult to injury!

I think that the word adapting seems far from fitting! I can thing of a number of other words to describe how people have handled Covid, like overcoming or healing, or even recovering. Has the world adapted yet, or does survival still seem like a better word?

Here, have a cookie…

Adapted???

Daily writing prompt
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

Gone…
Gone…
Gone…
Gone…

House gone, cars were lost, abandoned by our government when we needed them most…Adapted is hardly the word to use when you fall through the cracks…lost, angry, frightened, without hope, we are now simply among the many wounded, devestated, homeless, and hungry souls simply trying to recover from something we do not understand and cannot control. I gave up asking why along time ago…now I simply choose to get up each day and go on.

I find it a bit comical, if not sad, how those that stayed above water, seem to feel a bit impatient with those trying to recover, as if we should be able to jump back on our feet over night. I think it is pretty apparent, from all of the homeless rv cities growing around this nation, that if we did not get in this mess overnight, then it will certainly not get all better with the snap of a finger. Forget healthcare, or even car, auto or life insurance…if its gonna break, then nothing will stop it.

We were within a year of buying out our rent to own home when the shut down happened, and, as we never saw a dime of any unemployment for over a year, we were evicted. Yep, in a time when the Government said, that that was not allowed…they lied! My husbands company decided that this was a great time to deny their people benefits, saying they were fired. It took over a year just for my husband to get any one to help…we never did see even half of what we were owed. We had to cash in his pension just to eat, and they took over 60% in penalties, leaving us with next to nothing. Resources depleted, no one answering their phones, unemployment sites down or simply non functioning. Business offices locked their doors. No help came…

We still reside in an old Rv that Grace provided us, and my husband is trying still to find some way to start over…There is no recovery…its all gone…

Sooooo…Adapt is a tough word to use, but if all of the above is what that word is supposed to mean, then, well, I guess we have adapted!