Um, just bitching over here, trying to understand the world around me. There are some things that have been bothering me lately. Not all of it is due to Covid, either. But yeah, there is a little of that, too. Let’s get started:

The pandemic caused me to do some things I wouldn’t normally do…and whether it was out of necessity or desire is still unclear. For example;

It’s surprising to me that we’ve quickly reached a point in this flu crisis of considering re-opening the economy. For example, two of our least hit Canadian provinces have already rolled out a re-opening plan. It makes us hopeful in spite of the risk. Won’t it be nice to get back to normal. But we all have different opinions on this.

I’ve had a fondness for pajamas for as long as I can remember. As a young child I recall mourning my pajamas when my mother confiscated them. She had decided they were too small for me. Just because my arms and legs were extending far beyond the leg and arm holes? I beg of you. Have mercy on a child who loves her pajamas. When I went in search of the trash bag I suspected contained my worn out pajamas, I found gold. Those pajamas lasted another year.

I was out for a walk on Sunday, minding my social distance. I walked through a schoolyard which was completely empty. There were tennis courts and baseball fields at the other end. The tennis courts, I’d noticed have been kind of busy lately.

This makes sense since you can play and maintain social distance from each other.

But I noticed there were four men on one court playing ‘doubles’. I also noticed all of their sport bags, coats and water bottles in one big pile by the court. I was amazed. There didn’t seem to be a single care about spreading the virus. So much for self quarantine.

What a silly decision.

Naturally, I wrote a poem about it.

 
 Tennis In the Time of Corona Virus

 Never before has
 Doubles tennis looked so sinister
 The men leapt, reached and ducked
 On the court
  
 I imagine sweat and saliva
 Dripping from one to the other
 The handsome young men
 Not a care in the world
  
 For the spread of a virus
 With no cure
 Caution to the wind
 As their rackets swung
  
 Next week one of them 
 Will lose their sense of taste
 Break a fever and reminisce
 In isolation, of his victory
  
 On the court of death
 His friends will follow suit
 Strong, athletic men
 If only they had played 
 Singles tennis
  
 They may have lived another day
 But they jeered a virus 
 That cannot be contained
 All for a game
  and shameless exhibition
 of who is the best
  
 But mother nature
 She doesn’t play around
 Nor should we
 In the time of Corona Virus 

Stay healthy everyone and if you play tennis, make sure you stick to singles game.

How are you getting your exercise during self quarantine?

We’re in this thing together…

It’s hard to not panic when you read or hear the word PANdemIC. It has the word built right in. Pandemic definition: “an outbreak of a disease that occurs over a wide geographic area and affects an exceptionally high proportion of the population : a pandemic outbreak of a disease.”