Post A Selfie From January 2020, Not Knowing What Was To Come

This pair of black jeans, bought on the run last January, became a lifeline and a lesson.

Last weekend, a friend on Twitter asked, “We’re not all still wearing jeans, are we?” I didn’t know what prompted this on her part — I forgot to ask if she meant, “have we all given up on clothes now?” — but an unlikely revelation floated up as I answered They’re all that’s keeping me together. And to be clear, it isn’t just jeans, it is black jeans. These black jeans.

When I think back over what I learned during quarantine this year, most of it is not particularly practical, and some of the gentler things come to mind first — some self protective gesture, no doubt. Gin, it turns out, helps take out a pen stain, but not vodka. The black raspberries I found in the yard of my new house are indigenous to Vermont and also Korea , and no, they are not the same as blackberries. A bird feeder is basically a bear feeder, if the bear gets there first. Broccoli, which I’d always scorned as the worst of vegetables, is in fact a prince, if you grow it yourself, maybe even a king, though the crown is the least of it. The leaves, which grow abundantly after the crown is harvested, are delicious, and I even like them better than most other greens. I felt a terrible sense of loss…