Pandemic Blues

By Tony Moorby September 02, 2021

It’s quite amazing that the minutiae of life’s passing parade go on unabated for most people despite the miasma of issues at odds around the globe ripping people’s lives apart.

Having lost my twin brother to COVID-19 at the very start of the pandemic, I was absolutely convinced that time and even life itself would weigh heavily and drag along like manacles forever. Friends and family rally to these causes and buoy one back to face the future, whatever that may look like. Such devastating events do, however, put a different interpretation on what is or is not important in the grand scheme of things.

Readers may remember that some recent renovations hadn’t really gone exquisitely according to plan; in the old days I would have behaved like a demented hobgoblin, questioning other peoples’ skills or even their parentage!

I now refuse to get stressed over things that can be fixed with a little time and effort. One of our contractors noted, “You are the most laid-back son of a gun (or similar) I’ve ever seen, with all that’s gone wrong on this project.” I retorted that rending hair or gnashing teeth was not going to entice the plumber to show up early the next day or the painters to stop another job to see to mine. The only person to further suffer would be me. I did lose it with the tile setters, inviting them to leave the house forthwith along with some suggestions that involved sex and travel!

Time hasn’t dragged this year; it’s flown by, in accordance with the observation that a slowing metabolism speeds the sense of time.

Events here and around the world have stressed everything from political allegiances to long-held reliance on advice from worldwide medical professionals. Long festering and debilitating, expensive wars (in human as well as financial terms) have taken enormous tolls like the recent withdrawal from Afghanistan.

I try and avoid politicking in this column these days – I used to be quite vociferous about my views but proffering opinions these days is tantamount to inviting the wrath of Kahn from either side and I don’t need the stress. 

However, having been so close to the effects and finality of the coronavirus’ invasive transmission and the latest variant being even more malicious, I fail to understand some people’s insistence that their ‘rights’ to not wear masks or get vaccinated stand in their way to stay healthy – not just for themselves but family and strangers too.

Phil Valentine, a nationally syndicated right leaning, news talk radio host, here in Nashville, whilst not an out and out anti-vaxxer, argued quite lucidly that his chance of catching and dying from the Coronavirus was less than 1%, even if he didn’t wear a mask or got vaccinated. Many people agreed with his posture – and still do after Mr. Valentine passed away last week after a prolonged and vicious fight against COVID-19. He even asked his brother to go public and try to persuade listeners to take all the obvious and necessary precautions.

I fail to see how the governor of a state can put his residents in mortal danger by telling people they cannot be mandated to take sensible precautions to obviate the ever-growing transmission of this plague. All this in spite of infection rates at all-time highs.

Meanwhile, everyday life squeezes through the cracks as we deal with the little things that make our worlds go around while others wonder if theirs will ever be the same or whether there will be a tomorrow. 

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