Chronicling the Days – Wendy Reichental

In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.

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This piece is by Wendy Reichental, writing on Sunday April 5, 2020.

Photo: Wendy Reichental

From My Window – Some Covid Views

Like everyone in this Covid pandemic, I have lost complete sense of time.  I have done my best to keep to a new type of schedule and be cognizant of what month and day of the week it is and where on the spectrum of time we are at; but being in a zombie like state of disbelief can sometimes make you lose track of it all.  Somewhere during these past few weeks, I noticed another strange phenomenon to add to my growing list of new habits – I have morphed into the iconic character Gladys Kravitz, the peering behind her window curtain nosy neighbor across the street from Samantha  Stevens – our favorite witch on a broom on the classic TV show Bewitched.

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One thought on “Chronicling the Days – Wendy Reichental

  1. Windows is no longer something we just open on a computer. During this time, it has become a literal activity. Your funny and true description reminds us of somtimes overlooked interactions right on our doorstep. Hoping too to go back to ‘normal’ life’ and taking some of your insights with me!


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