Day 126 – 07/16/2020
Let me just say that I’ve been a pip about weathering the pandemic, but yesterday afternoon in a who-really-gives-a-shit mood I arrived at Stage Two of the Kubler-Ross grieving process – Anger – which is specifically not the same as being peeved or annoyed. Solitary souls don’t mind being solitary, but when isolation stems from pure selfishness and shortsightedness it rankles after about so many months. The anti-mask people and other naysayers have managed to rule from the minority, prolonging the prison term for every human currently alive, such that we’re not likely to see the denouement for another year or longer.
The United States government could have had this handled in under six months had the ardor been there for it, but when you’re underwater even before the next crisis hits and you haven’t a clue about any of it, you can only wash your hands of the whole thing and blame the other guy. The “greatest nation on earth” is the only world power that has allowed COVID-19 to run amuck and extract its human toll at will – the picture grows more astounding every day and now there’s no safe spot on the planet that any of us could get to under current conditions, not that I’m in a running frame of mind… yet.
Our death toll, ruined-health toll, economic toll could have been kept in comparable ranges with other first world countries. Should have been. Didn’t happen. It’s crazy-making when elected officials refuse to do the jobs our tax dollars pay for, especially when it comes to matters of life and death.
A place to rant (thank you, Diary) is a needed grace – it’s constructive to put it all down, partly to vent, partly to check myself. To wit, in summary: Why would anybody want to make this near-catatonic state of limbo in the nation last a minute longer than necessary?
I’ll go live in my free-range virtual world for a while – a place where I get to be in control; therefore, oh-so-comforting. The characters have brief, interesting, adult conversations, and I never get voted off the island. 💋
Playing for Time 
Jul 16, 2020 @ 14:57:24
For what it’s worth, I’m actually a little jealous of your quarantine world. A great partner to share these crazy days with, a home you love in such a cool location, and the ability to get it all out by writing. I love your “To Do List” up there, but I’m like one of those big birds in the zoo, there’s not really an opening to fly out of if I could. Someday… but I can’t even wish for that day because of what would happen for that to be possible. Thanks for sharing a perspective, I always appreciate it!
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Jul 16, 2020 @ 16:55:35
Dee, I sympathize, having worn shoes similar to yours, although never caring for any of the five of my family people in my home – that’s a whole different ballgame and you’re a love beyond words for doing it – and I know it’s a total labor of love on your part. If I ever flew away now, I’d come right back – it just sounds nice to get above it all and go with the air currents for a while. Thank you for reading, feeling it, and saying so – it means everything to get feedback on all this personal therapy I do. Hug your mama and tell her it’s from somebody who cares. 💋💕
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