The Wolf At The Door

Today at 5 PM as we were taking oil last shots at the clay pigeon range, my cell,phone shrieked out an ominous minor warning noise, insistent, startling.
An amber alert, I thought. Some kid was due at mom’s for Thanksgiving and Dad hasn’t delivered. Ho hum.
But no! It was our governor with a “public safety alert”. Just reminding us all NOT TO HAVE ANY JOY tomorrow. Well, my feast was already fucked over, but still, I didn’tneed to be harangued about how if we don’t stay home, wear masks, abrade our hands to the bone, we are going to overwhelm our hospitals!! (In Pa I don’t believe that. Health care is our biggest industry .)

it’s just another way The Big Bad Wolf and his clownish sidekick Clarabelle are immiserating us, every day and in every way. My hatred of them knows NO bounds.

That said, I wish all of you happiness at your tables tomorrow.

13 thoughts on “The Wolf At The Door

  1. Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving, dear Hypatia, JaC, and all! Scaled back, maybe; but sacred still. Raise several glasses to those not physically present, share stories, overindulge in “seconds”. HUGS from across Penn’s Woods, to you, and those across other state lines, oceans, time zones, and date lines! ❤️

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  2. Republicans and/or conservatives would rather die with both their white hats and dignity on because, you know, fighting for one’s rights is so lowbrow and 18th century.

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  3. I was looking earlier this AM at a picture of last year’s Thanksgiving table. I wish I knew how to post it here! It was so beautiful and I was SO proud and self-satisfied. I felt very sorry for me.
    And I shouldn’t. What I thought of as the. Gleaming strand of such festivals, to which I added another jewel every year, has been broken this year. 😪😢😭😭😭😭😭Oh suck it up Hypatia! So many people in our country are so much worse off, this isn’t happening to me personally, I haven’t been touched on the level of my MIPs (Most Important Persons). Really I oughta slap me around! Pull yersel’ together, lassie!
    I’m thankful for all of YOU, who have become so important to me, thankful for Simon’s efforts in setting up and maintaining this space.
    See? Even a spoiled-rotten-aging-toddler like me can bring herself to see reason.
    Okay it’s only 9:50 AM now and I guess I’ll wait till:at least noon to start drinking. Cheers!

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  4. Don’t feel too beleaguered Hyp; I am not allowed to visit my 95 yr old mother in Naples (6 hrs away) because the staff at her assisted living community (I refer to it as the Ritz Carlton) won’t allow exposure to outside visitors. To a point, I understand this because her fellow residents are most vulnerable to Covid but this will be my first Thanksgiving without my immediate family. My brother and nieces/nephews from CA were equally verboten.

    I don’t like being a grown-up these days fer sure!

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  5. Liz, so sorry ypu can’t be with your mom. But at least she’s still this side of the veil, THAT’S something to be thankful for. I wish mine were.
    I’m thankful today for your friendship and all the wonderful fun conversations we’ve had online and off.

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  6. Well, I was alone this “thanksgiving”. I had a meal, made from some offerings from my brother-in-law down the street. I was grateful. Not a lot to be thankful of or for. My life, yes, thankful for that.

    My son stopped by, we chatted in the yard, he’s very paranoid about this covid stuff, but we did enjoy a walk around the block with my doggies.

    Told my son about a few of the several times I faced death but survived. I told him that maybe there must be something I an destined to do. I dunno.

    Don’t mind me, I’m p!ssed at the credit union. they said all was well, but I still can not access my home account where my money is. I wanted to transfer $400 to my personal account to pay on my Amazon account, but no, I can transfer money out of my personal account. But no access to transfer it out of my house account to my personal account. There is something I am missing. Tomorrow will be the telling tale when I call them on the phone.

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