And I Thought Life Was Strange BC (Before Coronavirus)

I know I've mentioned on here before that I often think life is strange or weird or odd.  I still think that.  Only even more so since the dang COVID-19 cursed the world.  Every day there's something on the news.  We think it's new.  But often it's just a re-hashed version of the news two days previous.  Perspectives on the virus and its effects/consequences flip flop faster than a jumping bean.  We all have whiplash from the changing "instructions" on how to prevent/avoid/reduce severity of the nastiness.  I'm re-learning to take what I read or hear with the most gigantic grain of salt.  I dislike being a skeptic, but it's becoming more and more my state of mind. Or maybe I'm just basically a cynic - they aren't quite the same thing, but pretty much.

I have always enjoyed being a homebody.  But that was when I chose to be one.  Not when it was "prescribed".  I'm weary of the civic unrest that is permeating our society, and the accompanying (nearly daily) blaring emergency notices that come across my phone that there is a curfew in place in SLC, those are very alarming.  I dislike those who use FaceBook (I'm not a fan of that platform in the first place - I only joined to connect with a couple of our kids, which has not borne the kind of fruitful relationship that I'd hoped.) as a soapbox for their personal opinion that is couched in more of a demand (harangue is probably a more apt word) that we all agree with them.  I dislike unkindness in all its various forms. (Thinking as I say this that I'm often unkind, though rarely intentionally.)  It bothers me that please and thank you have nearly disappeared from use.

It seems to me that like dementia and old age can emphasize different personality traits (the sweet people are still very sweet and lovely and the ornery people become more mean and unpleasant) this stinking virus and all the fallout (economic, health, social) has done the very same.  Kind people are still kind.  Selfishness is more obvious.  Mean-ness runs more rampant.  It makes one want to truly be a hermit.   Will it ever improve?

The crew is out working on the driveway and patio.  We were supposed to have it all sealed a while ago.  Yesterday was finally the day they came to thoroughly clean and prep.  The head guy decided that he didn't think the sandblasting of the patio was really the appropriate approach, so they didn't do that.  I'm anxious to see how that will affect our bottom line.  It should be substantially cheaper, but who knows.  I'm learning to keep my expectations low.  I dislike disappointment.  (Especially when I'm the cause of said disappointment. )

So, there you have it.  I have really been on a rant today.  It all started because I noticed a house for sale in our neighborhood, which started me wondering what's going on with that family.  I shouldn't have looked to see.  I wish I hadn't.  I don't like the way I feel when reading what she's promoting. I won't be looking again.

Saw the geese and their little goslings again this morning. Only the goslings aren't quite so little anymore. They're growing fast and pretty soon will be honking as loud as their parents. That was a definite bright spot in the morning.  Even though we left the house 15 or so minutes earlier than usual, there were w-a-y too many people out and about.  It's a teensy bit hard to feel the peace of the morning when you're constantly being buffeted by the bikers whizzing by you without any warning or care to stay on their own part of the path.  Yup, I'm on one this morning.  I'd better clean up my attitude.

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