Last week, “06880” highlighted the many lessons learned by Staples High School students during COVID. It was powerful proof that shafts of light can break through this horrible darkness.
That story fit well with an email I got from alert reader/talented photographer Lauri Weiser. She had an idea: “a feel-good story, asking people about the most fun thing they’ve done during the pandemic.”
It might, she added, give readers ideas of things to do, while waiting for a vaccine appointment.
Great idea! So I followed up by asking her to go first. Lauri replied:
I have really enjoyed ‘coming into my own’ and having the courage to submit pictures to “06880.”
SLauri Weiser captured this scene at chlaet’s Point …
When I was in my 20’s and living in New York, my girlfriends and I went to a psychic for fun. She told me I’d be a famous photographer. I laughed and went back to my day job working in HR for a law firm.
I have a very “corporate” background. But I have really discovered the artistic side of myself — first in jewelry-making, now in photography.
I also enjoyed hanging out with a “pod” of my fellow Westport Woman’s Club members. One of the girls has a pool, and each Monday afternoon we headed to her house. We socially distanced, standing in the pool and laughing
I turned 60 last May, and had planned to throw myself a party. I was going to make damn sure that 60 would be fabulous.
It was — just not in the way I expected. I had 3 Zoom birthday get-togethers. Although I would definitely have preferred to have seen everyone in person, this worked out great for a pandemic.
As always, I guess it’s the little things in life that actually bring one the most joy, Sometimes we just have to look a little harder to find it!
That’s Lauri’s story. What’s yours?
We want to hear what has brought you joy during the past few months. What can others do to find joy too?
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… and this, at Sherwood Island. Photo/Lauri Weiser)
Lovely photos.
Dan, I think your Saturday art gallery is perhaps evidence that people are devoting more time to—and finding joy in—art and/or arts-related projects since they have more limited opportunities to socialize and engage in normal everyday activities.
When the quarantine began, my husband Paul and I were convinced that we would kill each other before long. Being stuck in the house with no other company and no place to go other than the supermarkets, day after endless day, was a frightening prospect.
But, surprisingly enough, we realized that we’ve grown closer. I think we both discovered it about the same time.
And if that isn’t joy, I don’t know what is!