The Wrong Lilies

The Wrong Lilies

Saturday, August 7, 2021

BY MY COUNT

 Well, last year was a roller-coaster year for most of us folks on this planet, beginning with the beginning of the Covid pandemic, and ending with the fraught election, which did not relieve tensions but seemed to heighten them.

Now, by my count, and still counting, we have at least six (6) pandemics to deal with:  Covid; Trumpism; Political Divide; Climate Change; Racial Divide; Domestic Terrorism.

Like most folks who put their thoughts out here, in a blog, I wish very much I could reassure everyone who bothers to read this, with solutions.  Alas, like most folks, I wake up every day trying to figure out what to do next, and what world concern must be dealt with next, along, of course, with the every-day concerns of trying to keep, for instance, a stock of toilet paper and peanut butter and basic emergency stuff. We have, apparently, five different brands of toilet paper, since we buy a package when we can find it, and of course, using it along the way.

We are among those still waiting to be summoned for a Covid vaccination, carefully registered and definitely in the mature classification.  We are as perplexed as the high percentage of the world's population that an individual who incited violence at our nation's capitol should maintain such loyalty.  We are surprised that one of the founding parties of our nation should become devoted to a personality cult among other apparent devotions to so much except the country it purports to represent.  We are both grateful that racial disparity is coming to the forefront and horrified that it still is not nearly close to being resolved. And as to those who simply do not wish to be governed by the federal, state, and local governments in their areas, well, how about this:  they live as they wish and they let the rest of us live as we wish, in quiet, respectful, accepting style.

So there they all are: the problems we all face, the examination of all the attitudes, the general hopes of the majority, the resigned acceptance that we must continue to take one day at a time, do our best to stay steady, and take care of each other. Oh, and keep looking for toilet paper.

PLEASE NOTE:  THIS WAS WRITTEN IN FEBRUARY OF 2020, JUST NOW GETTING POSTED!