I started the coronavirus posts (eventually comprising yet another kind of Coronavirus Diary) shortly after the "lockdown," on March 20, 2020 (gosh, all those repeating numbers! Is that some kind of mystical palindrome in reverse, or not at all, or something else, but equally, esoterically mysterious? Or not? Okay, just wondering; what else do I have to do these days).
Now I'm ending it, just about three months later, following the summer solstice and prior to the July 4th holiday. Honestly, can't stand to think about this anymore. Living with it is hard enough!
And even if putting the brakes on the "diary" for now (because I can't bear to write about it anymore) does not mean the pandemic is over, then so be it; there has got to be something else to talk about. Hopefully I will have discovered what that is two weeks from now or so at the next post.
See ya' then!
If only pre-schoolers ruled the world, things would be so much simpler! So infinitely less complicated, so full of clarity!
Out of the mouths of babes often comes the most basic, sensible and elementary information we'll ever need for creating a peaceful, functioning and light hearted existence.
Just to prove the point, here are several examples from recent conversations with a pre-schooler:
1) In reference to those playful though extremely messy little house mates in the mythic forest with whom Snow White finds shelter, regarding the sorry state of the cottage-
"They're just dwarves- they don't know how to clean."
2) Comment about miniscule crustacean rolled up into tiny ball living in jar on pre-schooler's window, serving as pet, when asked whether creature minded if we talked about it-
"Roly-Polys don't have ears."
These observations speak for themselves. . . .
Pre-schoolers also love to bake and have the patience to watch cookies cook until the edges brown & they're really ready.
Such incredible common sense and down home honesty! Unlike politicians and "news" platforms, pre-schoolers tell it straight!
That's all for now, folks. I need to go put my head in a bucket of whipped cream and hope this all ends soon, you know, the pandemic, soon, very soon. . . .
Now I'm ending it, just about three months later, following the summer solstice and prior to the July 4th holiday. Honestly, can't stand to think about this anymore. Living with it is hard enough!
