Dear you,
Good Friday. While leaving
for my second shot of Moderna invincibility, news breaks about an attack on the
Capitol. Suspect drove his car into the
barriers. Capitol police, again, stepped
up, doing what they do. As of now, one
officer is dead and another is in critical condition. The suspect is dead. His name was Noah.
Good Friday. Driving
back from that shot, I turn on the radio.
Science Friday on NPR informs me that cattle are being fed seaweed to
eliminate methane farts. Turn the channel. On 95.1 The Grateful Dead sing “we will get
by, we will survive.” Survival made possible by the elimination of methane farts.
Good Friday. The
Chauvin trial continues with stories of remorse. Remorse expressed by witnesses, the Cup Foods
cashier who took the infamous $20 bill, emergency workers on the scene, all
broken by not being able to stop the murder of George Floyd. Remorse not expressed by the masked murderer,
jotting notes on his legal pad.
Good Friday. My
congressman, Matt Gaetz, is in deep shit and Fox News pretends they don’t know
him. Even the local paper (a far-right
prop piece) printed the story about the DOJ’s investigation of Matt re: paying
for sex. Sex with minors.
Good Friday. I look
at the bottle of Tylenol I bought. I was
told by random people to down a few after shot 2 to prevent the reactions I had after shot 1, or at least lessen the impact.
But the good nurse who gave me today’s shot said don’t. “Let your body fight this. That is how it
works.”
Good Friday. Scott
Dworkin tweets “Major League Baseball is moving the All-Star Game out of
Georgia due to racist voting law.” Florida
is working on a voter restriction bill like Georgia's, as are other states. Vermont
may be the only remaining go-to state for corporations with souls.
Good Friday. Visitors
are pouring into the 30A beach scene for their versions of holy weekend. A huge
red truck with Texas plates pulls up to my building. Big group. They like to slam doors.
Good Friday. That Grateful Dead song is stuck in my head as I take in all these events, “the ABCs we all must face/try to keep a little grace”. Just another day facing the ABCs. Trying to keep a little grace.
Considering all that, I AM TAKING THE TYLENOL!Love,
Joyce
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