It baffles me how one’s mind can go off on some wild and crazy adventure when confined to their home as we have been doing under our Governor’s “stay at home” order, but occasionally I do allow it to happen. Were we to ask why the “stay at home” order, not that the news hasn’t been informing us of it 24/7, we would be told it is to “flatten the curve” of this dreaded disease we are all facing now called Covid-19.
Believe me when I say that I am, in no way making fun of this serious, deadly disease. On the contrary, I do my best to think up ways to cope with it via humor, hence the statement “go off on some wild and crazy adventure”.
The entire time we have been in sort of a “lockdown” type scenario I have had time to revisit some of the books I read way back when. Back then – reading was either required by our teachers or it was something fun we enjoyed doing to get away from it all.
Not knowing what our world will be like when this whole pandemic thing is over, I am reminded of a book authored by Aldous Huxley entitled “Brave New World.” That is what we seem to be going through at the moment and my educated guess is that once – how shall I put this – the curve is flattened – well, it might just be a brave new world we will have to become familiar with.
Seeing that most senior citizens are not considered essential workers, my guess is that it is safe to assume that most of us have been “hunkering down”, if you will, within the confines of our own homes. In doing so, we are probably trying our darnedest to determine what to do with our time. After all, there are only so many “Honey-Dos” or “Projects” that kept being put on the back burner that can be done.
Part of my 24/7 “hunkering down” time has been trying my best to write humorous posts to share with you all.
While I have not as yet gone over to the Dark Side (Darth Vader) I ask you to take a walk with me as we peer in on a scenario that might just be one that we will either go through in the near future or one we may have already experienced.
And so it begins:
It is 2:30 a.m. Friday morning, the sky is clear with no stars in the sky and all is quiet on this little unknown street that many living in the community still have difficulty trying to find when need be. If you look carefully, you can still see the moon high in the sky.
Is that light I see within the kitchen window of Unit # 252? One would think that at this hour of the night everyone would be sleeping, everyone apparently, except a certain person at # 252.
Be quiet as you carefully slip up to the house and peer through the window.
Sitting at the kitchen table with the light shining dimly above him, sits a retired underwriting manager with writing journal wide open on the table in front of him, pen in hand, as he appears to be writing his life story.
As you take this picture in, you notice how he is dressed, a raggedly T-shirt, and a pair of old torn grey sweatpants. Looking at his appearance you cannot tell if he is Oscar from the Odd Couple or Jed Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies.
Watching as he apparently strains to think up the next sentence or entry he wants to write, your guess is that his eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep. Looking at his hair you notice it is so tangled up even a rat tail comb would have problems combing it. From the wrinkles seen in these so-called pajamas, one could only assume that they haven’t seen the inside of a washing machine in some time which then begs the question, when did he possibly shower last?
Sitting besides the journal on the table is a coffee cup and what appears to be a few Ginger Snaps. Is it any wonder with this type of diet at 2:30 a.m. he is still awake?
You think to yourself, is this what most seniors look like at 2:30 a.m. during this time of self-isolation because if it is, it is truly a sad sight. You think “my situation” is so much better.
But hold on, he stopped writing for a moment, adjusted his eye glasses and looks up across the table where his mate might sit when they have breakfast every day and slowly his reflection appears in the mirror of the china closet.
Wait, I know those glasses! Is that a picture of me, my wife, and our children on the shelf? Could it be?
Is that my reflection I see?