Today will be the first time I've left the farm since back in March--even then, it's just to follow John to the garage (15 minutes away) where he'l leave his truck for repair. Then it's back to the calm of the mountain.
We are so very fortunte to be able to stay isolated. But even as I enjoy the calm, I'm constantly aware that it may well be the calm before the storm.
Our world is in danger and our country, once respected and looked to for leadership in times of disaster, is in the clutches of a feckless egomaniac, enabled by a corrupt GOP that will close their eyes as he dismantles the safeguards of government. A GOP willing to sacrifice any number of citizens--especially the poor, the elderly, the minorities--in order to preserve the economy so that the 1% can continue to amass wealth.
And then there are the pawns who've been brainwashed by Fox and 45*, fools who believe the pandemic is a hoax, that wearing masks and practicing social distancing is somehow an attack on their liberty.
Add to the pandemic, the ongoing shame of racism--yet another murder by police of an unarmed black man, yet another instance of a white woman playing the race card when confronted with her own bad behavior.
Here in the bubble, I awake every morning to the sound of mourning doves and for a moment could almost believe that all is well with the world. Then I lie there wondering what the news will bring. Hopeful thoughts--a vaccine has been discovered; the President* and VP have exploded, taking the entire GOP leadership with them; the LORD has rared back and passed a miracle and called to account all hypocrites . . .
Okay, time to stop fantasizing. Time to get up and read the news. And time to keep on keeping on, waiting for November.
If the LORD won't do it, it's up to us.