Far Too Long

The year 2020 began with someone smashing the back window of my CMax auto.  The police had apprehended the person.  I asked to file charges mostly because it seemed to be a homeless person. A hot and a cot seemed a bit better than the streets . . . and more smashed windows.  That is now two years ago and not a word since the summer of 2020.  That seems a bit long.  A rather minor crime considering all the other crimes committed in the ensuing months.  

While Covid 19 began in 2019, the first officially recorded infection in the US was in late January of 2020.  By March we were all hunkered down in our homes attempting to avoid the silent killer.  Also, folks were already hoarding toilet paper, really.  Still haven't figured out that connection.  Proms, graduation ceremonies, weddings, even funerals were paused or canceled.  Only critical patients were being taken to hospitals as many were full of Covid sufferers.  Finally, in May 2020 I was able to have the needed hernia operation.  

By summer things opened up only to begin a series of spikes in Covid cases.   Vaccinations made available by the fall of 2020 thanks to negotiations in the Trump administration.  Vaccinations were rejected by many due to misinformation from the same said administration.  Now, 2022, another spike, thankfully with fewer deaths.  The pandemic is lasting far, far, too long.

Most of us humans in the US have not faced the likes of this pandemic in just over 100 years.  We are a nation of movers, travelers, go and do thing-ers.  Folks no longer stay hunkered down.  We have become blase about the dangers to others and ourselves of this transmissible disease.  I am one of the folks that chose to get out of the house.  Hubby and I paid the price by being infected with Covid in October 2021.  We both were vaccinated but were not in the time frame for the booster.  Like the cook says, "Bam!"

I managed to skip 2021 because, well, just more Covid.  Vaccines becoming widespread and even boosters.  But, really, 2021 is a blur or just more hunkering, shutdowns, spikes, and bickering about everything.  And, of course, the February 2021 power grid failure in the great state of Texas.  

Whether one believes in climate change as a natural or man-made phenomenon the results can look like this hallway in Round Rock, TX.  Or the retention pond behind Son's FAB home becoming a hockey rink.

 

With all this gloom and doom, it has been a challenge to keep any sort of positive attitude.  We had Christmas fun with my sisters and their prodigy in December.  That was a ton of fun.  Of course, Type A flu was then passed around.  We shared gifting with Son, DIL, Bonus Grandkids, Grappa, and Isabelle.  A week later Hubby and I came down with some yet to be determined head and chest sickness.  We, through the magic of Zoom, did watch Son's three open gifts.  One was in Colorado, recovering from Covid.  Two were in quarantine here after having been in contact with a girlfriend's covid infected mom.  Here is how that Christmas looked.  

One of the grandsons was out of the picture at the time of the screenshot.  Don't we all look full of Christmas joy?  To be fair, it was January 2nd so everyone was about all partied out.  Even DJ the granddog was not initially impressed with her Austin FC warm-up at first.  But she changed her mind when freezing weather came and her Human Dad turned down the thermostat.  Ha.

First time trying on warmup

When the cold really came!

Guess when the real need arises we can be like DJ, pull the hoodie over our eyes and take a nap!  Just do no sleep far too long.  And remember, WWDJD or Be Like DJ.

Hope you are having a great weekend whatever you find yourself doing.  Just be safe and if in the cold climes, keep warm.

Janice