September is Upon Us, But the Bummer Persists
September is here, but are we all there?
September is coming and we are getting closer to seeing the end….but then again I think these masks are going to be with us until next year. I am coming to grips with the routine, it’s no longer any real effort to put on a mask, it’s just a reflex.
Over the years of writing this blog, I’ve often reflected on the spirit of September, that sense of renewal, a new year, that harkens back to the days when school would begin this month.
No matter how many years it’s been since I last had a new school year upon me, I’ve had this feeling that this is the month of a new beginning. However, in this year of Pandemic, I don’t feel that rejuvenation of old.
In September 2016, I was full of the spirit, when I posted to my blog.
“Mom packed my lunchbox, a whole room full of new friends in elementary school awaited, I was fresh and so young.
Fast forward to my days at Northfield Mount Hermon School, getting dropped off in the fall, and waving goodbye to my parents as I headed into a dorm to meet my roommates and the others who lived in the big Victorian East Hall with me.
To this day I still correspond now and then with that first roommate, Tom George, who is on Facebook.”
This is the part of that post that makes me really sad.
“Trips will begin to come in more frequently, it’s always that way, the trip invitations come in the fall. More chances to get away, but I only go once a month, so there are more that I can share with other writers. It’s a good feeling, the fall, the cold is bringing opportunities.”
Today I have no trips planned at any time. Nothing. No plans far away to think about, no traveling to new destinations, no travel conferences or seminars–NOTHING. There is an entire season ahead of me, and no one will be able to sit in Gillette Stadium and watch the Pats or attend the fantastic concerts of Millpond Live in Easthampton. Nothing.
I wish I could just fast forward ahead into the time when things are back to normal. I have a similar feeling about the upcoming presidential election. A foreboding that reminds me of 2004 when I totally thought George W. Bush would lose and he won. Like that year, the Democrats nominated a weak candidate, a man nobody liked as a senator, who didn’t run a great campaign. I fervently hope that Joe Biden can do a better job and squeak out a victory. But I am not confident, I am totally afraid. Please fast forward me to November 4, with Trump the loser.
With only about two months to go, what will happen? I think the ease of voting and the number of new Democrats who have been registered could sweep Biden in. God I hope so!