More thoughts in the time of COVID-19 …
The seasonal time has truly shifted. Thanksgiving Day (a day during which I was grateful for several things, but not necessarily thankful) ended with a bang … one minutes it was sunny with light hitting the trees out the window, then bang the sun was gone. It wasn’t dark but everything here was in shadow.
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Last monday was eventful. I got up early, even for me, to make it around the hill to McCloud to the only dentist in the south county taking new patients, unless you could pay cash or had some expensive insurance, for a first-in-the-morning appointment only to be told they had cancelled last week due to COVID upped restrictions and so they were doing last week’s appointments this week. Didn’t I get the phone call? No, I didn’t. And I was not allowed to even step into the lobby out of the cold.
When I got home, I checked and the only missed call on my phone was a number that reverse number look up said was unlisted. And there was no message left. I was assured I would be called within a few days to reschedule. So far, no call.
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Remember times when you were having a rough go of it and people said something along the lines of “yea … you got it rough, but look at all the others who also have it rough or even rougher.” ???
It was supposed to make you feel better and grateful.
Did it ever?
We ALL are right now quite a distance from Bernsteins’s Candide who lived in the “best of all possible worlds”.
I don’t need to outline it for you. Anyone who is neither part of the 1% elite or in complete denial knows what I’m talking about. And the dental thing wasn’t all.
Cataloging my cares and concerns might make me feel better but only temporarily, and it wouldn’t do any good for you … so screw it.
But come to think of it … there was one good thing last week … no family or friend deaths.
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Please accept my apologies, but this will be a short blog.
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Because I am down and we all could use a laugh, here’s an Erma Bombeck from years ago …
” Adults can take a simple holiday for Children and screw it up. What began as a presentation of simple gifts to delight and surprise children around the Christmas tree has culminated in a woman unwrapping six shrimp forks from her dog, who drew her name.”
– Erma Bombeck
So, with hope in my heart … ‘til next week …