Happy Thanksgiving!
At first it
sounds like classic irony. I had to look up the word “irony” to make sure I was
using the word right. It basically means using words in a way that is counter
to what they usually mean implying humor, sarcasm, or emphasis.
Thanksgiving
is a time when we usually give thanks. It matters not to which religion you subscribe. It is time in the USA when we take the day off and spend time with
friends and family. We usually acknowledge how lucky we are and thank the Lord
or someone else who might be listening.
How ironical
to say those words in 2020 when there seems to be almost nothing to be thankful
for – a time when we are not even supposed to be with other people. Clearly, you
will not be in the stands cheering with thousands of people holding a very
expensive ticket and watching the Lions and the Cowboys. Of course, if you want
to go to New York and watch the 94th annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day
parade, you will watch it in your hotel room on television. Don’t wander into
the streets to catch a glimpse of your favorite float or the Covid police will
get you.
But worse
than that, depending on which state or city you live in, you will have to read a
Bible of regulations on whom and how many people you can be with on Thanksgiving
2020. And even though you might be allowed to be with four close relatives, two
bums, and three jack rabbits, you will still have to wear masks and make sure
you are never closer than 182.88 centimeters from any of them.
For sure, there will be no hugging allowed and don’t even think about sharing spit in any
way, shape, or form. You should not even shout or laugh in a hardy manner, and
it might be safe to wear two masks instead of one. Maybe a lovely face shield to top it off. What a look! Some resourceful
entrepreneur will hopefully invent a way to eat turkey and mashed potatoes without
removing one’s mask or masks.
Some of you
will feel safe disregarding most of the above because two days before
Thanksgiving you will stand in a line longer than the ones to get into your
favorite grocery store on restricted hours, so you can have someone jab a swab
up your nose until you see stars. When the news comes back that you and your
300 friends tested negative, you will spend Thanksgiving dancing to fifties
rock, drinking Andre champagne, and finally showing your thanks by hugging and kissing
everyone right before you drive home drunk from the dinner party.
Okay, some
of the above is partly true. But let’s end on a positive note. Since my year
in a distant city has been very small since Covid started, I have had to do
what so many of you have done. I had to choose priorities. I could sit around and
feel sorry for myself or I could learn to live with a new situation – a situation
whose terminal day is impossible to know.
I am strumming my guitar unmercifully, but thanks to teacher Dan, I am coming along at a pace
that most snails might admire. I have spent more time in the gym and a lot of
time walking around Green Lake cursing at people who don’t wear masks. I have
gotten back into reading more and, of course, I keep badgering you with blog posts.
Luckily, I met a really nice lady named Barbara, and we are able to safely eat a
lot of soup and salads together.
So maybe it
is not ironical to say Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you are surviving if not
thriving in this special week.