The Year of Living Dangerously,’ otherwise known as 2020 has unfolded in three stages. Spring and North Fourth closing. Gradually tapering off friendly full-face contact and checking out things like grocery delivery. Getting nervous but not too…at first. I remember wearing masks in public fairly early and not participating in group activities (but then I never did that anyway). Anyway summer came along, and masks were always on outside of one’s ‘pod.’ The exception was eating outdoors at Flying Star or Farm and Table for that rare treat. A few of us laid-off North Fourthers were volunteering to pay the light bill and make sure the Center hadn’t been invaded by Texans or zombies or mice. My apartment was feeling pretty small but life was made livable by weekly walks in the Bosque with Steven and sometimes a dog. It was something of a shock to realize that the pandemic was not going to just go away…we should have known that if Sleazy T claimed something would happen the very opposite would occur. It wasn’t that I thought what DT said had any validity, it was just that, well if we can go to the moon surely we can make something as insignificant in size as a virus go away. And then I remembered we don’t actually go to the moon anymore and we can’t even support a rail system adequately or enforce regulations that would keep dangerous airplanes out of the sky…or keep everyone fed.
A few summer 2020 pics.
I HAD TO BE TESTED FOR SOMETHING CALLED SIBO WHICH REQUIRED ME TO LIVE ON ROASTED SALTLESS CHICKEN AND BLACK COFFEE. ONLY 24 HOURS BUT IT SEEMED LIKE MUCH LONGER.