Strange Times

     And growing stranger and more worrisome and locked down yet again.

     Recently the wordsmith used an expression she likes – “coming apart at the seams,” and maybe the country is. The absurd, dismaying sight of this defeated president refusing to face reality (supported inexplicably by his party), assaults democracy. Our nurses, doctors, and hospitals are overwhelmed by citizens’ failure to contain the coronavirus. The dreaded fall surge turned into the predicted winter disaster. How anyone can think the virus is a hoax or that masks impinge on freedom is so far beyond me as to melt my brain.

As the holidays approach, all seems disjointed – also speeded up. The natural world alone seems as it should be. Recent rain and wind tossed colored leaves into red, yellow, and orange circles on streets and sidewalks. The geese paused for a rest on Eagle Harbor, and continued south. Nasturtiums, blooming so cheerfully once the pumpkin vines shriveled, collapsed. But indoors, my aged wild amaryllis bulb (a gift in the 90s) is blooming now – a usual New Year’s event.

We had tentative plans to travel (each day the possibility grows slimmer), so in the meantime I’ve been shopping locally to gather the contents of Christmas boxes, readying them for the mail. It’s privilege of course – being able to shop.

I wish the legendary Christmas ghosts could appear to Mitch McConnell, and while pointing out his Scrooge-like refusal to help people, terrify him just a little, miraculously transforming him into a caring human! A generous federal stimulus package would be an appropriate response right now.

     I keep trying to express here what haunts me, I suppose it’s the uncertainty. But many things are known to fortunate families like ours – we only need to “rethink these holidays” as Governor Inslee said in his plea to forgo in-person Thanksgiving celebrations.

My impulse is always to make plans, and realistic COVID influenced plans can be certain. We can adapt and do things to let our families know we care and guarantee some joyful, seasonal normality for the children. Assuming the Internet stays strong, we can promise festive Zoom exchanges, making them somehow different from the “regular” (and cherished) Zoom or FaceTime moments.

     I hope.

8 thoughts on “Strange Times

  1. Beautifully said. We too are rethinking the holidays. And we too are grateful for the blessings we enjoy–while agonizing over the criminal negligence on the part of the GOP and the cult-like behavior of a large segment of our country.

    • Thanks so much Vicki! I’ll be curious to see how you rearrange – you are lucky to have Jody in your bubble! I just packed up some table things from the formerly big celebrations – as we contemplate separated meals!

  2. I can kinda picture Rudy G. as Jacob Marley, dragging his chains behind him with that crazed look on his face.
    And that amaryllis! I still have three of four of them, and they bloom twice a year, although it always seems to happen when I’m not at home. Christmas and summer. This holiday is strange indeed, but, as you say, we are fortunate to have the option to rethink our celebrations and to have wonderful families and friends to honor in whatever form of celebration we make for ourselves and them. xoxo

    • Your indoor plants always thrive better than mine. This ancient bulb only gets it together once a year – usually in January. I must admit that it’s been in the same dirt since we moved to Washington. That can’t be good. Amazingly I am getting a little if that excitement about seeing everybody together – even in video!

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