It is difficult, wresting oneself from 2020. It seemed that the election and beginning of vaccine time had gone a long way toward a New Year. Then the attempted coup by ‘terrorists are us’ and the vaccine muddle kept us smack dab in the middle of fear and chaos far into January.
So I am making today, February 1, 2021, ‘the first day of the rest of my life.’
And this is Now. A smart and decent old guy is in the White House, a smart and brave black and brown woman is his second in command, a bright and powerful young black poet is a beam of hope across the rational land and, while the nazis and klaners and supremacists and stupid and power-hungry aren’t going away, at least for the moment, they’re being held at bay…though barely.
I am moving forward on MY first day of spring. Family is coming to visit, one or two at a time, poked, masked and distanced; North Fourth has a future (almost for sure); I love my house; and we’re once again planning for the Big Trip To Africa—at Christmas. And more trips besides.
I still have a final farewell 2020 post coming up. Tomorrow. So here’s to Tomorrow…only a day away (written by Thomas Meehan)
The sun’ll come out
So ya gotta hang on
Come what may
I love ya Tomorrow!