This week was still waiting to wake up from the bad dream that’s ever present. The full moon on Halloween was so perfect a reflection of the anticipation of the election. Forgetting politics and policy, I want the nightmare of the division and hate tearing this country apart to end. The vitriol and fear among the populist is like these dark clouds floating through the sky. I stand in the middle of the street at midnight watching the moon peeking through, the clouds washing over it, and not a sound in the area. The silence was eerie, no rustling leaves, no barking dogs, no car engines. Just a world of peace, and calm and possibilities, yet darkness and mystery swirling all around, hiding the light. When will we wake from this nightmare and be able to hug those we care about without having to mime through 6 feet of “dead” air space and a mask? Maybe we’ll have an answer to one question next week... the election, but I don’t think Covid is ready to rest it’s ugly head yet, and that nightmare continues.
November 10, 2020
The one person I feel is affected the most as a result of this pandemic is my almost 16 year old sister. She can't just drive anywhere, and she no longer goes to school, so all her social interaction has gone down the drain. She's lucky to get to call her friends, but with increasing animosity between her and my parents specifically around phone usage, she's been able to talk to them less and less. And at that specific age, I know that she'd much rather be talking to her friends than her parents, and I try to help accommodate that need by interrupting arguments on her side and trying to cheer her up every once in a while. I plan on taking her to Friendly's tomorrow and hopefully I can distract her from what will be a pretty sucky sophomore year. Hopefully the next 2 years are better, especially because I won't be home to say hi as much.
April 8, 2021