Friday, 16 April 2021
It’s hard to believe, after the warm spell last week, that we’re heading to zero tonight and -1 is forecasted for next week. This is normal April weather for my region but when an unseasonably warm spell visits, especially during a pandemic, it makes you forget what’s real. Hope.
It gives you hope that something better is coming.
Spring planting weather will soon be upon us, as will summer and those endless sunsets, hot and humid weather, fire flies, shooting stars, black flies and mosquitoes. But will we be able to visit our loved ones, have a BBQ, sing around the campfire, roast marshmallows, laugh and be silly? Will we all be vaccinated and life get back to some semblance of normal? Or is this our new normal?
The border between Quebec and Ontario will be closing on Monday, except for essential travel. It happened last spring too. I understand the reasoning and I agree with it but at the same time, I’m so tired of this.
I’m tired of being so careful, of following the rules, and then hearing about parties and all the people not following the rules. It’s deflating.
So I’ll have my moment of complaining and getting worked up ranting about all the things the politicians are doing wrong. And then I’ll rant and spew ideas of what they should be doing instead, to save the world. And then I’ll be thankful I’m not running the country because, man, it’s got to be tough (don’t ever read the comments) and I’ll get back to washing my hands, wearing a mask, staying two metres apart, ordering my groceries online for delivery, and staying home while being grateful my family is safe and healthy.
And I’ll plan for the summer and the BBQs and bonfires we may have.
Hope. It’s all about hope.