With one holiday after another, it’s hard to remember what day of the week it is. We’re settling in here for a cold gray misty day.
By January every year I’m beginning to get restless. I stand at the French doors looking out over the patio.
Stare at my two container trees that, in another few months, will be budding with the promise of green leaves.
But I’m a bit tired this year. I haven’t been feeling well all week. I’ve got a sore throat and an asthmatic cough.
Today I have a headache as well. I think some of it is due to feeling weary over the craziness going on.
Guess it can’t be enough that we’re losing thousands of American citizens every day.
The powers that be have taken on stances that seem to be as cracked as soon to be scrambled eggs.
I’ve never seen such lunacy in my life. And I hope never to again.
Haven’t we had enough damned chaos to last us a lifetime? Why aren’t the people with power instead focusing on saving lives?
It’s like a bunch of little children have taken over, intent on sweeping all the art supplies off the table with both hands.
What good does it do anyone to break all the crayons and tear up all the paper? In nothing but a ridiculous fit of pique?
I don’t want even one soul to mention that I’m being political. Not one. Because I’ve been raked over the coals time and again over the sheer mention of politics or anger toward our government leaders.
And this is more about conserving common sense and keeping people alive.
Weary Of Grievance:
If you think what’s going on right now is okay, then please just keep it to yourself.
Seems to me that “grievance” was the resounding word of 2020.
I don’t feel well enough to read withering comments today. And I promise you that on this day I would delete them anyway. Because no one else should have to read it as well.
That’s something I’ve been reluctant to do in the past. But maybe I’ve been looking at it the wrong way.
Maybe I should have been focusing on a calm atmosphere here instead of the perceived “rights” of those who disagree and want the last say.
Sanity. Now that’s a word I would like to see fully manifested in 2021. Because 2020 has been a house on fire.
Scratch that. A whole town. With some standing by and throwing kindling into the flames.
The people have voted. Now move on.
I would like to see those who represent us actually working to make our lives better. And that has not been happening for some time.
We’ve been virtually forgotten in the fray of mostly testosterone and the pounding of chests.
While so many of us die because the hospitals are full and the medical personnel are exhausted, this nonsense goes on ad nauseam.
For heaven’s sake, if you’ve been hired to help our people, then do your job!
Those That Are Suffering:
Help the homeless wandering the streets. The children who are isolated and hungry. The parents who look out their window and see only gloom on the horizon.
Because we’ve been forgotten while all this bullshit is going on. Leaders aren’t leading. They’re fighting amongst themselves and not attending to business.
Because this did not have to happen.
New Virus Strain Hits The US:
And now we have a new virus strain that might not be more deadly, but it is about 70% more transmissible. We are going backwards, not forwards.
Heaven help us.
Please help to stop this madness.
Wear a mask because it says you care for your fellow man. You may not be of the opinion that it’s the answer, but it’s the only one we have right now.
I did not sit down to write this. I’m not quite sure why all this spewed out of me today.
Except that the frustration is growing as every day passes with more families losing the people they love.