BLITZKREIG!!!

My enemy, namely PD, launched a full-frontal attack last weekend.  It is out to get me and, you know what?  Eventually, it may get me.  It will win the war unless I summon my defences and hold fast until some very bright scientist prepares a superweapon and stops its relentless advance.

Although the stories I am about to tell you seem to predict a lonely, harsh future, almost despicable in its serenity, I still cling to hope.  No, hope is not quite the word I am looking for.  Hope implies uncertainty and my future is certain.  I will beat this thing or die in the battle. In the words of Shel Silverstein:

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” 

The odds may be against a glorious victory,  but I will never stop fighting.  I shall never surrender.  Ours can be a convincing victory.  There will be bumps in the road, but so what!  They're just bumps, if you are aware of your journey and manage to keep your countenance in the midst of humiliation, which you will soon encounter,...with practice you can resist its power punch.

BUMP #1

This bump occurred on this beach:

My son had a floating, rubber platform which I managed to squirm onto.  For a half-hour, I enjoyed the kids boarding and jumping off but, alas,  we had to beach the craft.  I couldn't sit up.  my body defied my brain.  With my son pulling my arms and my 10 year 0ld granddaughter pushing from behind, I managed to stand but not before providing entertainment for the audience on the sand.

Bump #2

The second bump occurred af this beach, a half-hour's drive from Bump #1.  Our cottage has no AC, so I decided to take

the two little ones (5 & 10) to the Beach Mart, a convenience store about one-half mile away.  We were walking so I decided to take a ski pole for balance.  All was well until we stopped to cross a road about 50 feet from the store.  While we waited for a passing car, I dropped my pole and when I went to retrieve it, I started a stutter-step festination, landing on my side and narrowly missing the cement sidewalk, with my head.  With the help of my companions, I managed to stand.  I lost my balance, resulting in a stutter-step forward into the deep ditch that ran beside the road.  There was no getting out and up this time.  My two little companions tried to help but they were no match against gravity.   I struggled and struggled with no luck.  Cars drove by, but nobody stopped until a rather large man got out of his half-ton and stood me upright.  I was grateful but somewhat embarrassed.

These are the things that our enemy enjoys putting us through.  We are weak now but in the future.... we will reign victorious, happy and glorious, long to rei......well, you know the rest.  Stay safe and don' t let the virus get you down

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