The end of the Covid lockdown

I always go through a semi-nervous breakdown every year on the first day of school when all the students come swarming back into town, en masse. It’s like going from 0 to 100 mph in a split second. And every year, thousands more than the year before. With no end in sight. . .

Sad scene on Telegraph earlier. Passed this crazy young homeless guy — a newcomer to the scene this last summer. One of those guys who shuffles around the Ave with a blanket draped over his shoulders, aimlessly talking to himself. Nutsy, but usually he’s pretty quiet and seems fairly together as he putters around. But as I passed him today, as he was trying to make his way through the swarms of people, I noticed he was quietly crying to himself, his face contorted with pain, his head staring upwards to the sky in real anguish. As he tried to figure out which way to turn to escape from the throngs of people that were coming at him relentlessly from every direction . With no escape in sight. . . Later I tried to find him to give him a twenty, just to give him a little something to help him somehow make it through the day. Because I know exactly how he feels. But he was nowhere in sight.

But on the bright side, it’s a least one more sign that — after 18 months — the Covid lockdown is at least starting to be over. And hopefully we’ll be returning to normal soon. . . Whatever the hell normal is.

Not that anyone asked but here’s my opinion about the Covid thing

I finally got around to getting my second shot. . . I’ve done very little arguing and debating on this subject over the last year-and-a-half. So I’ll just say I respect everyone’s right to decide for themselves what they want to put in their bodies. Just as I suppose society also has a right to impose restrictions on people’s behaviors to a certain degree.

Where exactly that line should be drawn in this particular case, I’ve never been completely sure. I’ve never been confident enough about my knowledge of this subject to strongly espouse an opinion one way or the other. So I mostly just kept my mouth shut and just sort of went along with the program.

I will say, I’m happy to see society returning to normal, a bit moreso every day. And just leave it at that.

Conflicted feelings about those little hairy beasts the raccoons

I know I probably shouldn’t be feeding them. I probably shouldn’t be encouraging the bastards. But I’ve always felt strangely sympathetic towards the raccoons. Especially after I read that raccoons can live to be 20 but have a life-expectancy of about 2 living in the wild (it’s a tough life). And especially when they show up with cute little pups. . .

But them pups grow up quick. I was just about to go sleep when I hear a pack of the vicious bastards snarling and screeching and fighting in a feeding frenzy over Mini Scaredy’s leftover catfood. I turn on my flashlight and there they are in all their raccoon glory. Sheesh.

I had a rough year

There’s a real chill in the air tonight. You realize Summer is almost over. The months all flew by just like that. And now we’re on the verge of Fall. Sheesh! What a name for a season. FALL. We’re taking a fall. And it’ll be 6 months until we finally Spring back to life.

This last year was one of the most stressful and traumatic I’ve ever had. I don’t want to go into the details, but it’s the first time in my life when I ever seriously considered killing myself. But somehow I got through it. And now I’m sitting here a year later, having survived it…. looking back on the year that was, with this sort of wistful feeling…. what do they call it?…. “bloodied but unbowed.” Like when you pull yourself out of a terrible car crash and you’re stunned but you slowly realize you still have all your limbs.

None of us asked for this life. We’re thrown out here into this weird, weird world. And you just try to figure it out on the fly. Dealing with whatever life dilemmas happen to be thrown in your way. “Deal with this, motherfucker.” That bit. This life is not easy. I’ve never been envious of anyone, no matter what their station. I’ve never met a human being who had an easy ride.