I am having a bit of “Covid Fatigue” today. Without a doubt, this has been the worst year ever. No, that’s not really true. The worst year ever for me was Carlton’s final year. When he was clearly dying and I couldn’t do a damn thing except make his favorite sandwiches. This is the most unsettling, disorienting, alarming, confusing, disquieting year ever. And, I am ready for it to be over. But, I fear we have 6 months more.
And, I wonder what will remain. I am such an urbanite. I like public transit, little shops, coffee shops, music venues, yoga studios, food trucks, small museums, parks, and people. Not sure how many of my favorite things will make it. And, what will happen to our cities if people don’t return to work in the office towers? Will air travel recover without the business traveler? How many jobs are gone? Never to return.
I also have some concerns about the future of The Asylum. Everything appears to be OK. New people continue to move in. But, they have been coming from the waiting list. One wonders how many new people are putting down their deposit and getting on the waitlist. This operation is a plain and simple Ponzi scheme. We need new residents and their non-trivial buy-in monies. This was a business model that was showing signs of stress before residents of old folks’ homes started dying off in droves due to Covid.
Other than that I am perfectly cheerful. Even went for a walk around my strip mall course. The strip malls were busy. Not a great sign because the covid numbers are way up today in our surrounding counties today. (The Asylum is in two counties.) I don’t know if the numbers are way up because they are way up or because of reporting weirdness.
Gratitude
Grateful for my friends who made the nine months tolerable. Friends all over the world. I am one lucky old woman.
Mālama Pono