Cat & Mouse meets Clear as Mud

Having spent the last few days in self isolation playing a reverse cat and mouse game where no ones wants to tag the other I am now in a new limbo. That of the “clear as mud” camp where no ones knows what to do with me … almost in a literal sense. Let me explain.

Up up and away

It all fell together somehow seamlessly. At this moment I am not sure how but I will take it.

Old school indeed

I wanted to make a fancy daily journal but didn’t find the items I had been looking for. So I went old school. Like as basic as it gets as I don’t even any gold stars like we got at school.

Rock Bottom?

Like everyone else I had no concept that pandemics dragged on and on and on and on and on….

We all want “normal” back but I feel like we are a bloody long way from it. Like the health care workers I am discouraged at our lack of progress in managing this disease. Like 80% of people in my province I am ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED at the leadership who only care about economic growth. I am saddened that the vaccination rates are SO SO SO SO low in huge parts of our province. I’ve given up emailing politicians. At this point it’s just keep a low profile, wear a mask (like seriously people it’s not bloody hard) and assess every last activity to ensure its not exposing those I love to risks that aren’t worth it.

The death toll climbs. The average age of deaths is dropping steadily. Pediatric patients are dying, children the age of my grandchildren. This has got to be rock bottom right?

Between Covid and climate change it really does feel like we are going to hell in a hand basket. It also feels like there is so little that one person can do to make a difference. Any one out there have a good ideas on how to stay positive in a time of such negativity? I could use a dose of silver lining about now.

Bernie

And for what?

Seriously you have to ask why we just paid $600 million for an election that  really became just a big cabinet shuffle. And in the middle of the fourth wave of the flipping pandemic.

#Sundaystills rural mural

My granddaughter is hugely into rhyming these days so I think she would like the title of today’s post. I rather wish she had been with me during my drive-by shooting that inspired this post but alas she declined to go on a roadtrip with Nan.

Thursday’s Crossroads

The crossroads sign can stop us and send us down a sunny dirt road and sometimes it’s just that. Occasionally a deer or moose can come out of no where and smack. It’s even possible for a tornado to pick up your vehicle. Sometimes the road literally falls away.

Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

It’s back

The end of May brought a serious change. I turned up the June calender and there are lots of activities scheduled. That seems so weird because other than my work it’s been empty for so long. Sports are now allowed here and so my other half resumed his soccer life. There are also meetings, vaccine dates (!) and a doctor’s appointment. Just like that it’s all back.

In Stark Contrast

The quiet is broken by a pair of geese who land on the grass. The road traffic noise is an intermittent rumble. The sun feels warm and a sense of peace should be present.