Yes, the first week - fourth for the virus - is busting all over with fury and indignation. The virus surely is part of it: long days being cooped up and then assaulted by another useless murder of a black man by a white policeman. Would the drama be different if the so-called law officer had also been black? That isn't the question of the hour, obviously. The surprise, too, was how the explosion of energy and anger became universal, at least in a few European countries.
The month opened with the 'soft opening' of society in different ways, different places - a sounding board and test of personal discipline. It pointed to a maskless future only when seated outside with only a few people who were not allowed to get up and move around. The third month of the pandemic also showed how little society has learned - or how difficult it will be to know much that is definite about the virus in the future, or even about the society itself..
Look carefully through the trees and see a small creature taking the sun on what appears to be a log. He/she turtle may be one of few living beings unconcerned about the world at the moment.
For diversion, a return to the mundane daily partly comforting matters of being able to complain about trivia. I write as a victim of Trader Joe's vaunted frozen food offering called Shrimp Tika Marsala, and the sad realization that I have been had every much as voters are being 'had' by a president who has no concept of what a leader should be. Likewise, TJ - who outsourced most of its food offerings - now presumed a pretty package of vial and dangerous ingredients can be a satisfying dinner for a single person isolated during the Covid virus scare. The percentage of sodium, saturated fat and such are astronomical. So shout out, complain, get rid of the purveyor and start cooking for yourself again - not be seduced by the easy living beautifully packaged goods of no value. Mea culpa: of course I could have checked the percentages of sodium and salt on the package beforehand. My greedy hand thought to save some steps in a newly cleaned kitchen. My lesson of the day:
As the days go by, so does my tally of both the smartest and dumbest things I have done to weather the storm of silence. One (both categories?) was to become a total addict of the New York Times' cooking pages - online and off. By now I may have collected hundreds of mouth-watering temptations that, put in practice, may result in only one success out of five. (Who likes having to divide numbers meant for four or more when only one person is eating? ) Another that looks dumb may not be so in reality. On daily walks, I pick a theme - to study rooftops, numbering on houses, paint colors. At home I keep on hand a small notebook in which to write the blizzard of notations coming at me from various media, chiefly entertainment. Then I fail to watch none of them.
For better or worse.
Reading, reacting to protests and mayhem in the streets, around the world, I want to know more about the minds of people and especially those people known as the looters. I also want to know about the question of loyalty in anybody's mind just now.