A Sure-Fire “Cure” for Cabin Fever?

As inherently freedom loving social beings, it’s only natural for all of us to miss our pre-pandemic lives. It’s also instinctive to feel hemmed in… experience Cabin Fever… when our concerted efforts to save humanity necessitate our sequestration.

For what it’s worth, I’ve discovered one way to help me adapt to this (hopefully) only-once-in-a-lifetime experience. I don’t know if this will work for you, but… what the hell… here goes…

Interestingly enough, it’s actually been during my (masked and stay centered within my 2 meter bubble) ventures thru my lifelong hometown, where I’ve discovered how rapidly I can forget the liberation of the sunshiny, in full bloom, springtime moment.

All that takes is the first glimpse of my compatriots… their masks which mask non-smiles… the nearly palpable sadness and fear in their eyes… our intoxicated with anxiety, staggering gait as we do our utmost to stay apart.

That’s more than enough to spook me into rushing through my infrequent visits to the post office and grocery store… and more to the point… to scare me into scurrying back home… ASAP.

It’s at that very moment, when I realize that, at this juncture, I’d much rather be inside my home / cocoon / isolation chamber than taking risks within the unpredictable, perilous outside world.

There will be other springs in the years, yet to come, and we can survive to revel in them, anew… if… and ONLY IF… we play it safe now… play by all of the medical experts’ rules.

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

ADDENDUM: My thanks and kudos to Jon Pumper
for providing the perfect soundtrack for this post…
a.k.a. My Corona Home – (“Kokomo” Parody Song)!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll Bet We All Can Outdo This Tune’s Dude!

 

While the Coronavirus Pandemic’s highly recommended, social isolation protocols (to say the least) have been trying and tiring, we must never take our eyes off the Grand Prize. After all, our being temporarily bored to death is an equitable trade off… i.e., seeing how the alternative could be inclusive of death, itself.

Every moment we spend in seclusion helps slow the spread of contagion and WILL buy precious time for the medical community to diagnose / treat / cure the ever-increasing backlog of patients and, ultimately, facilitate the healthcare professionals’ selfless, heroic efforts to contain / conquer this potentially genocidal pathogen.

Key to a happy outcome for humanity, is our helping ourselves to some pleasurable diversions. When left to my own devices, that involves two keyboards (computer and piano), hanging out at WordPress and tracking thru my CD, LP, VHS and DVD libraries. And should I ever tire of such star quality (actors and musicians), there’s literal stargazing, too (both naked-eye and telescopic). When left to your own devices, I’m confident you can easily outdo my own boredom fighting MO.

Now, speaking of musicians… this would be a great time to return to this post’s headline, thusly…

I’ll Bet We All Can Outdo This Tune’s Dude!

 

That dude would be the very character, which the Statler Brothers’ crackerjack composer, Lew DeWitt, portrays within the track Flowers On The Wall. As he presents his musical vignette, he sums up, succinctly, what has got to be one of the worst cases of cabin fever on record.

To quote Wikipedia’s storyline synopsis:

“The singer assures a concerned neighbor that, even though he rarely, if ever, leaves his home, he leads a full life: counting flowers on the wallpaper, playing solitaire with a deck of 51 cards all night and well into the morning, smoking, watching Captain Kangaroo and pretending to go out.” (read more here).

BTW, smoking would be ill-advised. Not really preaching… just saying…

As for anyone who now may be asking, “Who the hell is Captain Kangaroo?”

Well, to the very first generation of TV tykes (inclusive of yours truly) our idolized Captain (a.k.a. Bob Keeshan) was a kiddie show pioneer (akin to Mr. Fred Rogers). The clip below… as well as this Wiki Link… will help fill in a few more details.

If you still find yourself ISO a great diversion, why not follow up this blog’s vids with additional YouTube content. That platform’s library is as limitless as the ever-expanding multiverse above.

 

To all who’ve stopped by on this day, I wish you well! To all who are ailing, my hopes and prayers for a full, speedy recovery. Please stay safe by continuing to heed the following common sense, disease fighting advice…

[1] Practice good hygiene (scrub hands often at least 20 seconds), [2] Cover coughs and sneezes, [3] Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth, [4] Social distancing (remain 2 meters / 6 feet apart [5] avoid large crowds or (ideally) just stay at home and [6] if ill, self quarantine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thinking Theo-Logically? Theo-Illogically?

 

As I cast forth these words onto the www, I am overheated by a fired up, coronavirus related ague. Not to worry… in all likelihood, this is no more than a bad case of cabin fever. As such, my mind may’ve become inflamed with delirium… if not utter madness. I’ll leave it up to any cooler headed souls, who may happen by, to determine whether or not my following content is straitjacket worthy… or not…

There’s been some speculation, out there, that the epidemiologists’ and tacticians’ response to the Coronavirus Pandemic (in particular, their social distancing and hunkering down in isolation advice to the masses) has actually driven countless couples… with nothing better to do… to… uh…

To keep this post family friendly / PG-13 rated, let’s just say that as I type these words… as you read them… the amorously-inclined are igniting a nine month long fuse… one which will lead up to a population explosion / baby boom… along about December 25th. No need to mark that down on our calendars… obviously… it already is.

In the Grand Scheme, that cause and effect relationship doth make perfect sense. After all, in the wake of that damned, deadly pathogen, it’d be Mother Nature’s way of… shall we say… kissing and making up?

Or is my premise inherently ill-conceived? Considering the ability for infected, asymptomatic victims to spread this contagion… would not the actual kiss… that typically initiates such interacting… be akin to the kiss of death… namely… the demise of each mommy, daddy and baby-to-be? Anyway, if everyone IS practicing social distancing… shall we say… religiously… how could the required intimacy even come about?

It is that very December 25th timing element (btw… nine months from tomorrow), which now sends my alleged mind soaring… up, up and away… into free association / Biblical mode. Thoughts do flash back… way back… to a Conception of the Immaculate variety… and how this could all relate to healing a multitude of our contemporary ills.

The Second Immaculate Conception could be salvation for whatever will be left of humankind. Fortunately, for us, no disaster, this godforsaken pandemic included, is ever 100 percent efficient. Ergo, the souls who do manage survive will understandably and desperately be in need of an honest to God, spiritual leader’s guidance.

Indeed, my friends, this could be humanity’s do-over in-the-making (as it were).

Let us hope that all, who outlive us, Shalt Not squander the second chance, which such a Second Coming would offer up.