With less than an inch of snow on the ground, my neighbors— Brian and Lindsay with their two young children— gathered enough of the white granular crystals to make a snowman. He only stands a few feet tall, but his shape is unmistakably a cone shaped cylinder with twigs for arms.
Looking out my window, I see broad swirls of snowflakes spinning in the breeze and falling to the ground. According to my smart speaker Alexa, the Annapolis area will receive 3.91 inches of snow today. How can her statistics be so exact? If I ask for the weather report in another hour, will the snowfall prediction change?
It’s another day in the midst of the Global Pandemic. Just when we all thought the end was in sight with the aid of mass vaccinations, the virus started to mutate. The more the virus is able to spread, explains the experts at CDC, the more opportunity there is for various strains to evolve. Current vaccines are not as effective on the newer strains. How can we stop this menace?
Everyone’s fear of infection, reminds me of some of those movie scenes when the heroine is barricading the door to prevent the zombies from breaking into her house. We all now have stories about the time we thought we’d been exposed to the virus, and our travails to await test results. Our world feels illogical.Often the zombies in the movies look pathetic. I feel sorry for the decaying corpses with blackened eyes, strangely reinvigorated by their second life. In the scene where the heroine huddles within her house and screams “Don’t touch me,” we cheer when someone else shoots down the zombie and breath a sigh of relief. She has escaped to fight another day.
Whether it is the “zombie virus” or my fears that too many people are not following sensible precautions and thus enabling the coronavirus to spread, the challenge continues. Unfortunately the political divisiveness in the United States has caused many people to stop reading, listening, or watching news programs. Because the news is disturbing they shut everything off. If we stop paying attention we will not succeed in putting our world back together.
In the next two days, according to the National Weather forecast, we will have the snow event of the season. Maybe as much as eight inches of snow and I can take photographs to use for next year’s Christmas card. It will be a time to cuddle up in front of the fireplace and sip hot cocoa with plenty of excuses not to work, because it is a “snow day.” But by mid-week when rain arrives it will all look different. I prepare myself for another day trying to make it my best day yet as I focus in the present.