Monday, January 4, 2021

Fog City

 A full moon shone brightly ushering in the new year. I wish the change I and we need occurred spontaneously with the calendar page flip. But it won't happen. Democracy is still teetering as Trump refuses to concede his election loss. He is a tiresome individual and his lies are so tedious yet half of all Americans believe and support him. Go figure. I guess they'll have to drag him screaming from the Oval Office!

Since Thanksgiving, when millions defied stay home recommendations, the covid virus has surged and spread. Hospitals are at capacity. The numbers are staggering but vaccines have been produced and distributed. Time will tell how successful the vaccines are even with new strains of the virus emerging. Politics and the virus are waiting games coated in speculation and doubt. It certainly has been a tumultuous and fretful year, but there is a glimmer of hope for the future.

Although major gatherings were replaced by FaceTime and individual family visits, the Christmas holiday worked just fine. The necessary precautions were taken, masks were worn as needed and outdoor visits minimized questionable contact. Gifts were exchanged, food shared and enjoyed keeping the holiday spirit as close to traditional as possible. Christine had our humble abode decked out in shimmering Christmas splendor. Colored lights warmed each room and heirloom ornaments decorated our view with memories of past joy. 

So you see as the world fluctuates ever precariously between levels of chaos, we manage to maintain our pride of spirit sharing traditions of goodwill and tolerance. So I'll conclude this brief blog post with a couple of recent notes, one a haiku the other a wish!

Change happens simply

By stepping across time lines

Puzzling but hopeful


May your walls know joy,

may every room hold laughter,

and every window open to great possibility.

Happy New Year!