Time for Holidays and Cheer? Oops, Think Again
NO! We Can’t and Won’t Celebrate the Holidays
The statistics about the Covid Pandemic are dreadful. You’d think no one in the 12 or 13 states with the critical number of new cases, rising with the number of hospitalizations, would ever want to leave their homes. The holidays are doomed.
Here, things are easing back, with fits and starts, like last week when they had to delay the Patriots game when quarterback Cam Newton got Covid. It’s on tomorrow, hopefully, no more players will have to bow out.
But I can still enjoy some of the pleasures that make life worth living. Like spending the day with my granddaughter Sofie. She is so much fun and we always enjoy doing our errands, the dump, the hardware store, making dumplings, and today we went over to Yankee Candle for some scented fun. The long lines there were encouraging like people are back and spending money there.
I think Massachusetts has kept the disease at bay with our mask usage, and general adherence to avoiding gatherings and any events. At this writing, 12 states are freaking out with Covid cases.
But I’m really in the advanced Pandemic mode now, I mean, we’ve been wearing masks for eight months. Now when someone doesn’t wear one, I’m shocked, outraged, stunned, and I quickly shun them. I feel like everyone now has the right to shun people, to turn away, and just not let them breathe on you. Who knows, right?
Now it’s the fall, and it’s the time when we all think about the holidays, the cozy times with parties, fires, and cheer–oh, wait. NO. That has no place in our new world, no room for a get together with beloved out of town guests, NO. That’s just not happening.
No one can risk it. I read many articles about people who had as few as six people and created a super spreading situation. So it’s out. No thanksgiving, no big Christmas thing, as low key as can possibly be done. Not fun, not looking forward to it.
It’s a sad reality but at least it’s not a unique reality–everyone on this planet must heed this advice and not gather. NO, don’t come home for Christmas. And NO, I won’t see you at Thanksgiving. At all. Boy that stings.
Next week I have two medical appointments, a physical and then my six-month cancer check-up. I always am nervous with these meetings, don’t ever want to hear bad news, and I just hope I can skate that that everything will be ok for another round.