The Waiting

    With appreciation to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, the waiting is indeed the hardest part. Whether I’m waiting for the workday to end, or waiting for the weekend to arrive, the feeling is still the same. The anticipation of something good is like a drug, but so is the waiting when you know that something bad is going to happen, just a different drug.

    My personal hangup is waiting when I don’t have to. Some things are so far off in the future that waiting will only make me crazy, and yet I find myself waiting anyway. I felt that when I was counting down the days until I left the Navy. I thought that period of waiting would never end, but eventually it finally did. The effort of just waiting at that time was physically exhausting for me. I have tried since then to not let waiting get the best of me.

    I’m waiting to pay off more debt before I do anything for myself. I know that this is the right thing to do, but I still find myself waiting for the effort to pay off and be over. I’m not as good at not waiting as I thought.


   Today, things became a bit clearer around here. The incessant speculation about when, if ever, things will get back to “normal” rages on. I have decided that personally, I am not prepared to entertain the idea of things returning to normal for at least another 18 months. I wish that I could be more optimistic, but I prefer realism to optimism at any time.

     I have watched the growing crisis in this country and I don’t see any way that things can return to normal in less than 18 months. We are dealing with a large segment of the population who refuse to accept reality or facts, about COVID-19. These are the people who we see at the grocery store or the pharmacy or the gas station, no mask in sight and often leading their children, who also have no masks. These people call the pandemic a “hoax” or talk about building immunity by not taking even the most basic precautions.

     There are already stories about “COVID parties”. I understand part of this. When I was a child, my classmates and I were often sent to other children’s homes when those children developed chickenpox, measles, or mumps. The key difference is that those diseases were well-known and the effects were understood. Getting those diseases was a part of growing up because there was no vaccine, but as I said, those diseases were well-known and almost never fatal. It was the best our parents could do to prepare us for adulthood. Then vaccines were developed for these diseases, and the parties went away. Having them start again is criminally stupid because there is so much that we still don’t know about the Corona-virus.

I still believe that the worst of the pandemic is yet to come. The fall and winter will be brutal, especially if schools are forced to open. The traditional flu season will simply be more devastating this year as COVID lingers. Obviously, the longer people wait to take this seriously, the worse things will get.

     Realization is an important part of life. I know that things are not great, but they will get better eventually. They will improve even more quickly if we all work together to make them better, instead of just blindly following whatever bullshit the Nazi In The White House tells us.