THINGS: THE INVISIBLE MONSTER

WOW!!! What a world we are currently living in. Unless you have been under a rock for the past few months it is hard to escape the reality of what corona virus has and is doing to the world. Since the invention of social media it only takes minutes to hear about terrorist attacks, earthquakes, school massacres, etc. We immediately think OMG, but it happened there and not here. Corona virus on the other hand has become the judge and juror for where to go and when to go. It is taking no prisoners. At first it was the elderly that was most susceptible to the virus. Then the Millennium’s , thinking they were invincible became the next age group the monster attacked. With exception of a few children , they seem less susceptible to the virus ( thank God–and I do). In the caverns of my mind from college Psychology 101, I do remember a term, ” mind over matter”. When the professor asked for comments, I responded “If you are half crazy already paranoia will take full control”. Not sure if he agreed or not, but I got my “C” and life was good. My opinion paranoia may be tougher to address than the virus itself. Thinking you may have the symptoms pushes the mental envelope even though you are otherwise perfectly healthy. I try not to over think the ramifications of the virus, but on the other hand I do follow the rules of the road. ( Is that an oxymoron ???).

Other than stay-at-home, wash your hands, and keep your social distance, there is no antidote at this time. God bless the medical profession, the first responders and those putting themselves in Harms Way to keep the world as safe as possible.

If there is a positive to be had from this world turning crisis it is family, friends, and neighbors. Yes, we get bored looking at the same family members, the same four walls, the same reruns, and wondering ” why can’t I go to Wal- Mart “? But then ( wait for it)————- the light bulb comes on and suddenly your creative juices kick in. You begin doing things that have been on the back burner for years. Painting, yard work, exercise, reading, cooking ( even here) , assisting a preschool teacher to fine tune her ZOOM presentation. And yes, helping this old guy balance this blog with pictures. Isn’t it time to stop and smell the roses?? Not necessarily flowers, but thankful for life itself. As desperate as times are “The Man Upstairs” still provides us with a world of simple and beautiful pleasures. Allow me to share a few of those pleasures that before the Monster were taken for granted.