Big babies on Earth 2

Dear you,


As the U.S. Covid-19 death toll exceeds 80,000 this hot May day, I feel like I live on Earth 2.  Granted, the notes from this zip code are always about strangeness, but during this pandemic, it has gotten stranger:


1. The construction dude working on a condo nearby pooh-poohed the existence of the virus, even now.

2. A real estate professional I chatted with today asserted our need for choice and those who might be in jeopardy should just stay home.  (Forever?)

3. Local TV news “episodes” pretty much mirror a Fox and Friends episode, lots and lots of smiling and spray tans. Everything is just fine kids!

4. Last week, I received a letter that appeared to be signed by a serial killer; upon further investigation, I found the missive was sent by POTUS.  This was a one-page tribute to his greatness, as written by him. (Of course, the letter was delivered by Awesome Alice, the USPS mail carrier that Trump wants to destroy.)

5. A Walton County idiot set the forest on fire last week; he just had to burn garbage during a no-burn, pandemic phase, sending evacuees to a school shelter where they had to sit in their cars and take Covid tests before entering.

6. And on Mother’s Day, I witnessed a group of big baby boys (I’d say around sixteen) trying on every pair of sunglasses at Publix, returning them to the stand covered with lovely hand and face germs.  Oh yes, they did.


Uh huh, this is Earth 2 during a pandemic.  Many locals are still just not connecting to the reality of Earth 1 (New York, etc.)  The immediate evidence they see/hear “proves” that “only old folks die.”  (I just cannot respond to that little bit of barbarity.) So, whatever. And I get it; they rebel against restraints when there seems to be no real danger.  Boy do I get it because I am strolling around here in Seagrove Beach and the sun is shining, the sky is blue, people are on bikes, and the boring postcard atmosphere is the same.  The same!!!!   The same!!!!  


What I don’t get are tantrums thrown by those claiming a loss of freedom due to beach shutdowns (now over) or bar closings or kitchy six-foot distance markers in grocery stores.   Big babies throwing freedom tantrums, exercising their right to make every pair of sunglasses at Publix GO VIRAL.

Babies.


Well, it could be worse.  At least they weren’t carrying assault weapons too, a standard accessory on Earth 2.


Love to you all on Earth 1.  Wish us luck and enlightenment here in this benighted place that seems so AOK.  For the moment.

XO

Joyce