If you’re keeping score at home, this is only four days late. I was actually working on a long entry about how my tattoos served as a better diary for my life than anything I’ve written. Then, we got a much bigger storm that the meteorologists predicted, leaving us with eight inches of thick wet snow and a just-long-enough power outage to lose what I was writing. Usually if the computer crashes, it saves it, but for some reason, not this time.
Oh well. I used to get upset about that kind of stuff, but now I look at writing as something that just clears my head and passes the time even if nobody ever sees it. Losing a few hours of writing is a lot better than losing a few hours waiting in line outside of Wal-Mart. The one near my house, which winds around the building and back and forth reminds me of lines at Disney World. Except once you get in, it’s not a leisurely boat ride while dolls built in 1962 sing to you. If it were, I’d shop at Wal-Mart a lot more.
Anyway, eight things I’m grateful about:
- Equalizers – There are very few things in this world that can put rich and poor, conservatives and liberals, all races, religions, sexual orientations and all of those other little markers that we use to divide us together. Ironically, they’re the same things that they were back during the Spanish Flu: Weather and Disease. I don’t think it’s a horrible thing that once every hundred years that Mother Nature reminds us that we’re not all that different. I have no confidence this will bring us together closer as people once it’s over – it’d have to go on a few years for that kind of solidarity – but seeing people who are used to having things their way not be able to manipulate the situation shows people’s true colors.
- Daily Press Conferences – To piggy-back off number one, I neither hate nor love Donald Trump and I don’t blame him for the virus hitting America or the “preparedness” of the government in the beginning. No world government was prepared for this. That said, watching him lose his shit when somebody asks him a perfectly reasonable question during his daily press briefings is entertaining as all hell. Watching him say things he doesn’t want to say because he has to admit he can’t control things is entertaining and watching him go off script as one of the world’s most awkward improvisers is even more entertaining. He’s proven, as a person, not to be a good leader during a time of crisis, but at least he’s not boring.
- Experimental aircraft – Anything that takes out John Denver is good in my book.
- Tiger King – My daughter and I polished off this Netflix show in two days earlier this week. If you haven’t watched it yet, you should. I’m not a fan of shows with 101 twists, but I think it’s because they are fiction and therefore unrealistic. Every twist in this documentary seems plausible. You’ll also start to understand all the Carole Baskin jokes that now exist.
- Home at Easter – I’ve been in rehab at Easter and I’ve been in jail at Easter. Home is better.
- FaceTime – My parents, thankfully, are taking this pandemic seriously, even though there are relatively few cases in Maine compared to the rest of the country, although, if you look at New York City and Boston, it is making its way up Interstate 95. My wife, son and I just got a FaceTime call from parents, who are only about two miles away. I’ve seen them in their driveway a couple times as my wife sends cookies and other treats over, but I respect them watching out for themselves, even if it puts my inheritance off a few more years. I’ve got to think the Spanish Flu might have ended quicker had they been able to use FaceTime.
- Los Angeles – I mentioned I’m home at Easter, but ironically, without the pandemic, I wasn’t going to be. My son and I would be in the middle of a trip to California. We had a couple of fun activities planned. Today was going to be deep sea fishing and Tony Overbay and I were planning on recording an audio version of our book. That project is still on hold unfortunately. If you’ve never been to LA, you really should check it out. I wouldn’t want to live in any other major city in the world at this point other than LA. The weather is great, the ocean is nearby and there’s enough food and culturally options to satisfy any diverse household. Where I live now, the dining and culture options are minimal. I think that’s why the pandemic is that big a deal to my outside life. There wasn’t much here to begin with. I drop hints about us moving to the West Coast all the time, especially since it would be nice to live near my brother, but until I get said inheritance, I just don’t see it happening.
- Time for My Own Projects – My clients are starting to pull back on the work they need done. I have a feeling that’s going to happen for a while. I’ve been looking at different unemployment insurance options both as a freelancer and as a “small company” but there’s really not much money out there for me. I’m trying to get excited to have time over the next month or two that I can focus on new projects I’ve been wanting to work on. I think I have to pull myself off caffeine so I can start feeling “up” for anything. Or I need to stop enjoying the smell of hand sanitizer so much. It’s killing brain cells. In reality, I need to get serious about finding new clients once this is all over. I’ve been coasting with the few I have. It’s a nice wake-up call.
Your turn. In the midst of the new plague, what are you grateful for?