Fractured Thoughts ~ COVID-19 Lockdown Edition ~ 4 Months In

Four Months.

This truly is, as my husband has remarked several times, the “lost” year. I can’t remember what January and February were like. It seems like a lifetime ago. The months are flying by and I feel like nothing is being done, accomplished, or celebrated.

All of the weddings I had for 2020 either moved, cut way back, or cancelled all together. It’s bizarre. I’m looking at a very fluid schedule this year that could change on a dime.

So yes, the thoughts are still very fractured.

READING: Let’s be real, if anything fell to the wayside when we went into lockdown it was reading. I haven’t read a damn thing. I should….I have time now to really dive back into some books. But, no….it’s not doing anything for me right now.

WATCHING: Well, I feel like I’ve reached the end of streaming on all platforms. I got through the entire series of Road to Avonlea, which I really loved. I was sad when I finished it. Right now I’m enjoying Central Park (on Apple TV) and I’ll Be Gone in the Dark. The husband and I LOVE What We Do in the Shadows, but that season ended, sadly. So, I’ve been occupying myself with reruns of House Hunters International and the John Oliver show Last Week Tonight.

And, of course, Hamilton….more on that in a bit.

SPINNING: Music has pretty much been the same. I busted out Rage Against the Machine and Propaghandi a few weeks ago for the first time in forever because it just FELT right.

  • My 40th birthday came and went with little fanfare. I was supposed to spend that week in Prince Edward Island. That, obviously, didn’t happen. Who knows when I’ll actually get to visit Canada. Instead, I was home. My husband bought me a Lin Manuel Miranda doll. For real. I bought myself a turn-of-the-century wardrobe that I was eyeing on Marketplace. I’m 40 now. Which doesn’t thrill me, to be honest.

  • Started a new, very involved and difficult cross stitch project. The husband has even picked up cross stitch and completed several projects to my one.

  • The last day of school came and went almost unnoticed by us because….well…they haven’t seen the inside of a classroom since March 13. Betty will be in 8th grade next year (!!), Molly in 4th and Bridgie will be starting Pre-K…..if they go back at all that is.

  • SPEAKING of Miss Bridget, she FINALLY got potty trained. I was completely convinced it was never going to happen. Quite happy I don’t have to mess with diapers anymore forever and ever.

  • I’ve spent the majority of the last month or so with education. With the George Floyd murder and subsequent uprising, I wanted to learn more about my own privilege and about the story of being black in America. I watched a TON of documentaries and had several very good discussions with folks I admire. I figure in my 40th year it’s time to embrace learning new information and allowing that to influence my view of the world. I want to CONTINUE learning…..every day.

  • Molly FINALLY got her insulin pump! It’s been a long time coming! We have to take a 3 hour class to learn how to use it, but I’m hoping this helps her keep her blood sugar in check.

  • Hamilton. Oh Hamilton…..they released the movie….which just, honestly, made my year. Considering how shit-tastic this year has been thus far that’s really not saying much, but it was still a pretty big deal in the Reseburg household. The movie did NOT disappoint. It will be regular watching, I’m sure, for years to come.

  • Type A IS shooting again. I’m doing socially distanced senior and family sessions. There’s a few weddings sprinkled in there too. So, if you are class of 2021, now is a really good time to reserve your date for your Senior Portraits. Fall dates are going to be snatched up in full pretty soon.

  • Getting Married in 2021 or Moving Your Event from this year to next? Let’s chat. I’m offering a special on newly booked weddings right now…..because let’s face it, everyone could use a bit of a break.

    Shoot me an email at typeaimages@gmail.com and let’s chat about your event!

The World Turned Upside Down ~ The Story of the Class of 2020

I graduated high school in 1998. The world had been laid at my feet, whether I knew it or not at that time, and I was preparing to step over the edge and enter “adulting”. Officially.

But first, I got to experience the requisite rites of passage afforded to most Seniors during their last year of high school.
I went to my prom. We didn’t stay very long. I wore a vintage black dress a la Courtney Love, my idol at the time. Yeah. I was 17. I thought I looked pretty dope (we said dope then).
We took our final tests. My friends got their college acceptance packages back before all of that was done online.
We compared ACT test scores and some of us attended or played our last football, basketball, or soccer games. (Not this girl. I was more of the “skip the pep rally to go sit a IHOP and drink copious amounts of coffee” type).
We walked across the stage, we switched our tassels, we bid farewell to people we felt like we had known forever.

We probably felt like our world was being turned upside down.

This year’s graduating seniors were born in 2001/2002/2003….right on the heels of 9/11. A time when everything changed for our country. For the world. They don’t know of or remember a time when you could bid farewell to your loved ones at an airline gate. When you didn’t have to bother taking your shoes off at security They don’t know what it was like to watch that disaster live on television and feel utterly helpless. They don’t recall the somber cloud that hung over the country for years following.

Everything for them was post-9/11

Now, here we are. We find ourselves in a world TRULY turned upside down. No one, unless they are very, very old, has lived through a time like this before. Where everything has ground to a halt. Where the rites of passage afforded to millions of kids over the years have been stripped away. Where all we have now is uncertainty and questions.

I didn’t know it then, but the Seniors I photographed last year will always be a special group. They are the kids who didn’t get the walk across the stage, didn’t get to dance at their prom, didn’t get to perform in that final school musical, and will NEVER forget what it was like to lose all of that.

These are the post-9/11 kids living through COVID-19. Their world turned upside down. The stories they will have to tell will be incredible. Because someday this will just be a story you pass down to your kids when you want them to realize how freaking lucky they are that THEY’RE not quarantined with their whole family in one house for weeks with no end in sight. This is gonna be your “I walked 20 miles in the snow each way to school and back” story. This is your “Grandma lived through the Depression and that’s why she pickles pigs feet” tale.

It gives me a small amount of comfort to know that someday, hopefully soon, this will all just be in the past and be a story we tell.

So I wanted to just celebrate this special group here. Congratulations to Sara, Olivia, Lauren, Ryan, Josh, Grace, Spencer, Maiya, Craig, and Sophie. I wish you SO much luck in the future!