#FOTD – January 24 – THE DAYS OF WHINE AND ROSES, OR HOW I WHINED MY WAY THROUGH LAST SUMMER AND I HOPE I DON’T HAVE TO HAVE A COMPLETE MENTAL BREAKDOWN THIS SUMMER (JUST SAYING)
Last summer, I think I whined throughout the entire summer. Meanwhile, roses grew and I sullenly refused to even go out and take pictures. Okay, I took some pictures. Not as many as usual. I was feeling petulant about lockdown. Who knew that six — or is it seven? — months later, I would be furious about not getting a vaccination. Aw, c’mon! This hasn’t been a medical lockdown. This has been a siege.
How many more of us are going to die before they get their act together? Is this some kind of conspiracy to kill off our generation so they don’t have to keep paying Social Security and Medicare? I’m pretty sure that’s what the Republicans had it mind. Considring that our “new” president is the same age as Garry, I think maybe they aren’t intentionally trying to kill us. Just accidentally.
But I digress. I’m trying to believe that I will outlive Massachusetts’ being so busy following The Rules that they forget I exist and I wind up an “oops” in the great book of stupid, unnecessary early deaths. Am I being morbid?
If you make it to my funeral — if by whenever that is, it’s legal to have a funeral — please bring roses. The thornier, the better.