My random thoughts on covid-19 and much more..
- I don't go out anymore. Not to the grovhery store, nowhere. I'm lucky to have a nice, warm home to quarrentine in, but it gets stale after a while. I'm sure I'm not alone feeling this way.
It would be worse if it was warmer outside. It will be in the 70s soon. In April the flowers and dogwood trees will be in full bloom. The most beautiful time of the year! We can still go outside, just not in packs.
We had a new deck added to the back of the house. I can't wait to get outside and enjoy it. Rain is good in the spring but every day seems gray and gloomy, sort of like life now.
WIP SportsRadio is always fun to listen to. I call my friend, Steve Trevelise, overnights on weekends. WIP is needed more than ever now. It's a source of comfort in an uncertain world. Familar voices, both hosts and callers, add a relaxing tone. I watch a lot of news now, probably too much. I need a break from the depression. WIP gives me that.
I'm grateful that Holly and I haven't gotten sick yet. I feel sorry for people all around the world who are sick or have died. It's scary to see the refrigerated trucks in New York, lined up outside of hospitals, used as temporary morgues. It's like we see this in other countries, not here in America.
It's like waking up daily and living in an episode of the "Twilight Zone." I almost expect to see Rod Serling around every corner, smoking cigareet in hand, all dressed up in dark suit and tie.
How did this virus get so bad so fast? Social Distancing seems to be working. This is worse than 9/11. Covid-10 effects the entire globe, and it goes on and on. There is no end game to date. If we knew an end to this sickness and sheltering it would be better. But this can go on for months, maybe years?
The virus has made rock stars out of Gov. Cuomo and Dr Fauci. President Trump thinks he is a rock star but he's not. He crows about the ratings for his circus-like daily briefings press conferences. He purposely has them in the late afternoon to challenge the local news ans get maximum audiance. Poor Joe Biden is fighting for air time to get his views expressed. Trump's poll ratings are going up, only 2 points behind Biden. Trump's base believes he is doing a good job because he says so.
They choose to ignore that Trump downplayed the threat of the virus early in the year, when he referred to the virus as a "democratic hoax." We have been behind the virus from the get-go. The so-called "apex" of this disease may be in two week or four weeks. no one knows for sure.
I doubt this is the extinction of the human race. I think it's just a sign from God, saying, 'Hey there, I'm still here!"There are no weekends anymore. Every day seems the same. I'm retired, so weekends don't matter to me. But I did go out a lot, especially when the weather gets nice.
We are seeing the best and worst of humanity. People who hoard and price gauge are the worst. People who help each other, check on the elderly and care for each other are the best. Health care workers, and other essential workers are the best. Is it any solace knowing that people all ove rhte world are enduring what we are? Somewhat. But, individually, we have to endure alone.
Lonliness and wearing down emotionally are hidden issues. I feel for the elderly who are alone, separated from family. I feel for nursing home residents, who not only fear a potential death sentenc ein the virus, but are sad because they are out of touch with family and friends. They have each other ansd staff, who ar enow surrogate family.
I miss sports, especially Baseball, which should be starting up now. The real prospect of games being cancelled or postponed is real. The springtime games I looked forward to so much will not be played. I hope the summer games, especially in July with the great Mike Trout, will be okay. I try to watch classic games on TV. Sometimes it's cool to watch famous games or individual feats once again, reliving history so to speak. But, like the very same film itself, it gets old after a while.
On a personal note, I'm shopping around my book, "An Unbreakable Spirit," hoping to hook up with an agent. So far no takers. It hets deflating after a while, but rejection is part of the game. So is money.
I can always self-publish but I don't want to just yet. It only takes one agent and one publisher to believe in the story.
I promise to blog more often. It helps me too, to vent.
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