Staying the Course
If you hear anything…
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I can’t imagine the scene you’ve painted. You’re right, it does sound like something out of the depression. So hard for us yokels in the boonies to believe.
Stay safe Susannah.
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I probably shouldn’t have written all that since, who needs a rcap such as what I’ve painted, to use your word. Just woke up with a cloud overhead I guess. Have a nice weekend Skinny, and thanks, as always.
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It’s bleak here as well. Depressing is an understatement, and you’re right about not having a clue about what’s around the corner. Someone introduced me to this witty greeting card illustrator recently (just your cup of tea), and there was a card that is perfect for this essay. “If this is God’s plan, God is a terrible planner. (No offense if you’re reading this God, you did a great job on other stuff life waterfalls and pandas.”
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The sad part it’s just not in NY, it’s everywhere including little RI where I’m in. So sad. But yes, being a regular NY visitor I can only imagine the mayhem. This will be the norm at least for now.
I love your style of writing and always look
Forward to your posts.
#staystrong
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You’re very kind to say that. I will say a prayer for the Ocean State imagining her surrounded by violets, her state bloom. 🙂
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🙏🏻💕
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🙂
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Your description is both real and surreal. So yes … these indeed are strange times.
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Real and surreal, back to back, do quite a pas de deux, as the French would have it. They don’t necessarily compliment each other as much as bounce off the other’s light. Thanks for reading.
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When? I’m guessing when there’s a vaccine widely (and cheaply) available, circa five to seven years hence. Though, even then, don’t expect us to return to where we were before. The world will move along whilst we’re in hiding.
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Well, that just picked me right up Mick.
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I’m not likely to know anything ahead of time about when this too shall pass. I’m depending on you to tell us like it is in NYC.
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I’m afraid I’ve depressed everyone. Didn’t mean to. My cub reporting might need tweaking Anna.
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You didn’t depress me. I grieve for the vibrancy of Manhattan, but I don’t live there.
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Vibrancy of Manhattan. How I love that Anne.
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If I hear anything I will let you know the first thing. I’m in a nice isolated part of the world and really don’t have to go anywhere. This is not how I envision spending my final quarter though. I just went out to take some photos for Sunday and the damn car battery is dead. *Slap. I shoulda known. Which reminds me of the New York Taxi joke. Stop me if you’ve heard it. A guy gets in the cab at the red light. The light turns green and a sightless man with seeing eye dog steps off the curb into the path of the cab. The cab driver lays on the horn which frightens both dog and man. “What the hell,” says the passenger. “Can’t you see the guy is blind?” “Yeah sure,” the cabbie answers. “But the dog should know better.”
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That’s cute, and no, I never heard it. Sorry about the car battery, but maybe it was a sign for you not to go. I pay attention to that sort of thing.
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I pay attention to those kinds of things as well. I did go anyway. Hope my blog doesn’t blow up. 😁
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It will not blow up…now, now.
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😊
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I reread your Louvre piece. A John Howell Classic. 🙂
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Thank you, Susannah. 😊
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I’ll look forward to tomorrow’s piece. 🙂
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I’ll give you a hint. The Yukon Gold rush stated in 1896 on August 16th
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I can hear those horse and wagons leavin now.
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Hahahah. Yup.
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With spurs on their boots.
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And 2000 pounds of equipment. (each)
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And mules who did not want to go.
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For sure. And many horses that didn’t make the 550 mile trip,
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That makes me sad because I know how true it is. They were so needed and overworked. I read that, when horses would die during battle, U.S. Grant, would weep.
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We now have a booming camp for the homeless, actually set up prior to the pandemic. I expect it will keep adding to its population over the coming months. It’s a distressing sight, for sure.
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I hope it will improve. Pollyanna is in the house.
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As I was reading through this, the words “This too shall pass” came into my mind a split second before I read it. Great minds. I’m sure “2020” will be a byword for absolute chaos in the future. These are dark times, but we’ll get through it one way or another.
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Faith over fear is something we share, Kemosobe. I fight it every day cloaked in armor, battling the negative I meet at every turn, even in my dreams. I’m reading a lot about World War II, and how bad things were. My parents lived through that. We will live through this. We just must summon grace to help keep our balance.
‘I do not understand the mystery of grace — only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.’Anne Lamott
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Keep going….thank you for this reminder.
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Right paw…left paw…breathe…catch…:)
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