We didn’t do presents this year. As it turned out, I didn’t do presents, but Garry and Owen did. Months ago, I bought three new unstuffed stuffies for the Duke. He got a new fox, an opossum, and something that I think might be a skunk, but it’s hard to tell. But I didn’t buy any gifts for Owen or Garry because that was the deal we made.
And yet — I got presents. I felt uncomfortable getting gifts when I wasn’t giving any — except to El Duque — but I also loved it. Owen bought me lottery tickets and one of them was a (gasp) $30 winner. Garry got me warm sock-slippers, a couple of pairs of high woolen socks, plus a warm hat and matching gloves. So if I ever leave the house during the winter, I’m ready to go. If quarantine has done one thing for me, it has made me fall deeply in love with socks.
We give each other gifts all year round. We don’t need a holiday. If Garry wants new jeans, I find him what he wants. Owen and I swap gifts. But I shop entirely online, so the kind of casual shopping they did for me, I could not do for them. Oh well. Springtime is everyone’s birthday. I’m March, Garry’s April, and Owen is May. I hope I can catch up by then, assuming we ever have any money.
When Trump said he wanted each of us to get $2000, I said “GO TRUMP!” That would have actually been enough money to solve some problems. Of course, i didn’t believe it would happen, but I didn’t care who sent the money. We just need a few thousand dollars and those $600 checks are about a third of what we need to get life back on track. Oh well. It was a great few hours of dreaming I could pay the bills. Dream on.
As this pandemic drags on, it’s hard to imagine I will ever go anywhere. Ever. It’s going to be months before we get vaccinated. Garry is way ahead of me and might get a vaccine as early as February. I may not get one until May or June of 2021, assuming we actually get enough vaccine. I talked with my doctor — actually, we emailed each other — and he said they haven’t even finished vaccinating medical personnel, much less taking care of the rest of us. When they start giving us vaccination, Garry gets to go first because he has passed 78, but I don’t get into the queue until months later since I’m merely 73. Does that seem kind of strange?
It’s Christmas, so I got to talk to a lot of people I haven’t spoken to since last Christmas. All the Republicans are a lot less Republican than they were a year ago, at least as far as COVID goes. No one thinks it’s a hoax, at least no one I spoke to. They may feel that some of the sanctions were excessive or useless, but no one thinks the disease is fake. Even I think some of the regulations are a bit bizarre and unfairly administered. I worry that kids are losing more than a year of education. I don’t even know why they are allowing kids to be “promoted” into the next grade when they haven’t learned anything since last March. Some of the kids don’t even have computers. They should have at least held back the year — nationally — so none of these youngsters will find themselves graduating with a year or more of studies missing.
One person I spoke to was worried about whether or not they had really properly developed the new vaccines. I pointed out that we never know whether the drugs we get will be recalled five or ten years later. A whole bunch of drugs I took have been taken off the market. We never know if the stuff we take is actually killing us. I took Vioxx for years. After it was recalled, I wondered what it had done to me. When I had to have massive heart surgery, I thought: “Hmm. I guess it really WAS bad for me after all.” At the time I took it, even though there were rumors from early on that Vioxx caused heart problems, I was just grateful for pain relief, so I didn’t care.
I should have cared.
At a certain point, we have to accept as “true” what our medical people tell us. Sometimes, they are wrong or misinformed. Sometimes the testing was inadequate or incorrectly done. We have no way to know. I think our medical people try their best to do their best, but they are human and they — like me — have to accept what their authorities tell them.
It has been a rough year, something we have all said at one time or another. A lot of people are hoping we go back to the way things were. Rewind our world clock and make life like it was. I don’t think it will ever be like it was.
The world has changed. Our nation, all nations, have changed. We have been frightened by our leaders, terrified by a plague. I don’t think anyone is a climate change denier anymore. I do think that a lot of corporations feel they should be allowed to suck the last drop of oil or gas from the earth because that’s how they make money. Developers feel that any unspoiled piece of land is ripe for building something, anything. No matter how much damage it’s doing.
Making money is the true god of corporate international. Even though they are making scads of money, oodles of dollars, yen, marks, bitcoins, or whatever, it’s never enough. It will never be enough. We need to stand up and decide to save our planet. Don’t you worry your (or other’s) grandchildren will be living in a world we thought could only exist in a sci fi novel?
The world will never be the world we knew. That world made us feel secure and safe even though it wasn’t secure and safe. We figured somehow, everything would be alright. Now, I don’t know what will happen. I suppose we’ll do the best we can and hope it’s enough.
Overall, the Duke did well for his Christmas. He’s a happy camper. It’s good at least one of us is full of joy at being alive. He’s not worried about anything. That must be why we love our dogs. They live in the now and it’s a happy place. They are thrilled by every little thing. Just being allowed to sleep on the bed, play tug-of-war, or fetch the ball. That seems a good way to be although I wonder if tug-of-war using my teeth would really do it for me.
I think I think too much.