There’s no denyin’.
That’s how I felt…
Janie and I, being fully vaccinated, felt secure enough to accept impromptu invitations to gather with old friends (fully vaccinated) and some long-missed acquaintances (fully vaccinated) three different evenings this week. There were wines and margaritas and tales…all potent, but non-infectious. We gathered around outdoor flames, and we gathered with rain on the roof. It was all fine.
The last year has been so tough for so many. And yes, Janie and I have seen death and the threat of death in our family. But we have hunkered down for a year with each other, and not “discovered” each other, but reveled in each other, and that’s been rich.
But this last week of jet-setting within a few blocks of our house spurred giddiness.
Giddiness is not my forte, fretting is.
This week we celebrated and discussed birthdays, surprise weddings, artistic achievements, job interviews, pet antics, current books being read, and Casa Amigos Reposado. What was missing from all of these world-renewing conversations was any mention of Trump. It was as if he never happened.
But he did…and still does.
Covid happened…and still does.
There is infection in our country and in our world. We seem to be holding it at bay, but it lurks and festers.
We must inoculate ourselves with vaccines and alertness and facts…
…and our friends.