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In the natural scheme of things, people adjust in one way or another from the time they are born until the day they die.
Unfortunately for me, I'm not much for change.
I've written about it in the past. I'm a creature of habit. I like the comforts of routine, consistency and familiarity.
Well, my routine, consistency and familiarity were uprooted about eight weeks ago when we were forced out of our home for some much needed renovations that included, fixing our roof, re-plastering the exterior walls, installing hurricane impact windows, removing mold from the ceiling and several walls, making a small room for my son, opening up a wall in the living room, knocking down a wall in the kitchen, re-tiling the foyer and kitchen floors, redesigning our kitchen, adding recessed ceiling lighting throughout, refurbishing our wood floors, remaking our closets and moving our water heater, among other things.
Then, about six weeks later, when we were just starting to settle into our new routines of living four days at my parents' house in Miami Springs, the weekends at my mother-in-law's condo in Key Biscayne, and driving about town from our son's school, my gym and home in Coral Gables, to our daughter's school in Coconut Grove, to dance in SW Miami, to baseball practices in West Miami, Westchester and Kendall and games in NW Miami and Flagami, we get hit with another whammy; the coronavirus outbreak!
As the news hit, our older daughter was forced home from her state university. Shortly afterwards, our kid's were sent home from school, restaurants, bars and night clubs were shut down, ALL professional sports were postponed, March Madness was canceled, my son's baseball season was put on hold, our church, parks and recreational spots closed down, as well as cigar shops and liquor stores! Even my barber shop, when I was about to get a haircut, was shut down. I told friends that long hair and a beard may be the tipping point for my wife and it's getting worse by the day!
Did I mention my mother-in-law lives in a one-bedroom condo?
Needless to say, our already topsy-turvy living conditions took a turn for the worse.
We went from life on commute to life in isolation and, obviously, with our college daughter back in town, I was ousted from the weekend retreat in Key Biscayne and separated from my family due to a lack of space; talk about a lifestyle enema!
It's as if God was using the old Cuban saying with me, "Aquien no le guste el caldo, que le den 3 tazas." (which translate to: whoever doesn't like soup, give them 3 cups)
And, speaking of God; if there is one semblance of normalcy in my life, it's the fact that we are in Lent, and I've established a new prayer and meditation routine and, since our parish started live streaming Mass because of the lock down, am tuning in via Facebook every morning. I've also been praying the Rosary every night as I walk the dogs and praying the Our Father slowly (to make it last 20 seconds) each of the zillions of times I wash my hands throughout the day.
It's the only thing that has helped me keep my sanity through the turmoil. In fact, while people around me are freaking out and wracked with fear, faith has given me peace. That, and the promise I made to myself before the coronavirus to try to make the move as least disruptive for my family as possible.
Now, to climb off my high horse, I realize that, at least partially, this is a bit self-serving. I goes back to comfort. The logic is that if I make things things more comfortable for my family, they, in turn, will make things more comfortable for me.
Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI once wrote, "The world offers you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness."
Hopefully, the unprecedented level of discomfort and havoc in this Lenten season of displacement, separation, commuting and quarantine, leads us all to greatness.
As St. Catherine of Siena said, "Nothing great is ever achieved without enduring much."...