We are creatures of habit here in the kingdom. Disruptions to our routine are not met with joy but we manage to adjust when we have to – Bear’s work schedule has gone from second shift when I first met him, to third shift for a very long 7 years – during which time I was grateful for a very large dog with a very menacing bark. Max would have gladly welcomed any robber or rapist if they had given him treats, but he sounded menacing and that was enough to scare off any stranger who came to my door in those days. The shotgun propped beside the door probably helped with that as well.
Then he retired and that was an adjustment. He went back to work, part time, from 3 to 7:30 in the evening. And then he went full time and was once again on second shift. We are rather fond of second shift here, you have time in the morning to do stuff but you don’t have to be up at the crack o’dawn. Then summer came and he went on days – he’s currently getting up at 4 to be at work at 6. (According to my sister who isn’t speaking to me, this is absurd, “no one needs two hours to get ready for work!”) (Oh, shut the hell up) I digress.
So lately we’re up around 7:30, Maverick and I. Off he goes to daycare, and I do whatever I need to do all day. On Saturdays, I take him to the little park to walk, then we head for the patio. Eventually I clean bathrooms. While cleaning the Bear’s bathroom (yes, we have our own bathrooms), I started thinking about the past year and a half.
It’s been interesting- people have become convinced that a couple of layers of cotton cloth will protect them from a deadly disease. This actually makes sense when you consider they’ve also become convinced, very quickly, that this disease with a 98% survival rate, is going to kill everyone who doesn’t tow the line and get something injected into their body that may or may not prevent the disease, may or may not have side effects, and may or may not have long lasting health implications for those who take it – and that if you don’t choose to be part of the experiment, you’re a selfish pig who wants to kill grandma.
People have also been convinced that this was the most secure election ever held and anything that says differently is a baseless accusation.
What’s really scary to me is the current push to silence dissent. You don’t have to agree with me about anything, you don’t have to listen to me, even. But when you tell me I can no longer say something, that gets my hackles up. I know that words have power. I know that words can cause great damage. But I will defend to the death your right to say any words you choose. I will not defend you from the consequences if you say something completely idiotic like “baseless accusations,” however.
And now I guess I’ll go see how much knowledge I’ve failed to impart to my students this week.