Going To Bed Without Supper

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As a long in the tooth blogger; one who (definitely) got injured into ill-timed retirement and (perhaps) is en route to insolvency and homelessness; my posted (oft sharp toothed) prose and poetry is known to rage against the rampant, rampaging socioeconomic injustice; which, not unlike Covid-19, is debilitating and decimating our global society.

There have been few of my life’s eras where I’ve not branded my modus operandi tireless; be such roles playpen tyke / “cul-de-sac roads” scholar (ha ha?) / workaday grunt / family caregiver / pandemic “umpire”. Even so, the deeply DNA ingrained, biological need for sleep, sooner or later, doth catch up with me. Such was the case just yesterday, late afternoon.

Keeping odd lockdown hours, it was inevitable that arrhythmic biorhythms / sleep deprivation would overwhelm me; so much so, that by the time I had pried open my Sandman gritted eyes, it was well into this new day’s wee hours. Yet, even then, I merely rolled over, groggily, to grab a few more Z’s, which, eventually, ushered me into daybreak (and more mind’s ache).

Once seated at this a.m.’s dining room table, I offered, upward, thanks for my own home cooking’s nutritional gifts, which I was about to receive. It was upon digging in, that I discovered my having slept thru dinnertime had afforded me a greater appreciation for breaking the fast. To actually feel hunger pangs’ onset had even added flavor to what, ordinarily, could’ve been summarily dismissed as ho-hum cuisine.

Ergo, unless your physician would advise you not to occasionally fast, I’d highly encourage you to do so, too.

Additionally, skipping a meal can help serve up these following truths:

“Food Insecurity: The state of being without reliable access to a sufficient quantity of affordable, nutritious food; ‘more than 800 million people live every day with hunger or food insecurity as their constant companion’”

Google Search Definition • May 8, 2021

“Each day, 25,000 people, including more than 10,000 children, die from hunger and related causes. Some 854 million people worldwide are estimated to be undernourished, and high food prices may drive another 100 million into poverty and hunger.”

General Google Search • May 8, 2021

Obviously, for the closing in on One Billion Souls, going to bed without supper (breakfast and lunch, too), is an everyday, way of life (what life?). Hence, if you’re able to donate to charities that feed the hungry, please do so.

I’d do so, too, were it not for my overwhelming worries that [1] tax breaks that benefit ONLY my homeland’s obscenely wealthy will forever take precedence over hikes to retirees’ Social Security benefits and [2] my own economic downfall just might be closer than I think.

To say the very least… current policies and laws fall far, Far, FAR short of securing a decent life for folks put out to pasture (such as moi).

To say more… Well, I had better not go there. After all, I do want to keep this post’s language family friendly.

BTW, my apologies, in advance, for crying into my coffee.

Note to Self: Considering your site’s traffic, the risk of bumming out your reader(s) will be minimal.

Again, no tears, merely keeping everything real. And speaking of keeping everything real…

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Nearly an Eternity in Lockdown

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Almost sixty years prior to the coronavirus pandemic, my own peers had made it their Job #1 to bully me; demote me to the rank rank of second class citizen; these sickos’ nonsensical and merciless verbal, physical and emotional attacks robbing me of the carefree, fun times, which is (should be) (must be) each and every kid’s birthright.

And, upon factoring in how much school I had skipped to escape their torment, they also committed similar grand larceny by denying me my education; which, btw, is (should be) (must be) each and every human’s birthright, too.

Oh, eventually, after four long years of this harassment, these schoolyard and neighborhood hoodlums / hooligans did grow a tad weary of tormenting me, but their timing could not have been worse. You see, by then, puberty took over; it’s Job #1 being to deface my face.

While my parents (by profession, both high school level educators) did attempt to defend and console me, they could no more effectively open my principals’ eyes than my clogged pores.

My only, bygone coping mechanism, summed up in two words, had become: Social Isolating

Not showing my face in public, eventually, became a way of life; if “life” is even the operative word, here.

Ironically, my leading into 2020, New Year’s resolution had been to get off the bench and back into the game of life; to make the most out of whatever time I have remaining on Earth.

Needless to say, we all know how well that went, don’t we?

So, what has nearly a lifetime in lockdown taught me?

In pre-pandemic times, I could take some solace in my belief that life’s parade was still marching onward; to be joined in progress when the time was ripe.

However, with the pandemic still marching and rampaging onward AND the revelation of the ever-evolving, far more contagious and deadlier, coronavirus variants (of late, discovered, right here, in my home state of Michigan) AND the slow down of the vaccines’ distribution (due to both logistical and pharmacological problems) it’d appear that life’s parade has been canceled indefinitely.

My greatest concerns:

  • By the time this running amok, global scourge is finally in our rear view mirrors, so too, will be my above mentioned, days of yore, ill-timed, ill-fated New Year’s resolution.
  • Considering how a huge chunk of my Earthly existence can already be seen within my own, personal, rear view mirror, my road ahead, indeed, doth appear short.

My best coping mechanism (hopefully yours too), summed up in ten words, continues to be:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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