Not Thanksgiving, when we have to give thanks to order, but for reasons more in my head I am feeling thankful today. I was looking at pictures of the Gulf Coast with people waist deep in water and that of course had me remembering three years ago living through the wreckage of Hurricane Irma, no electricity, no water for days and dirt and smells everywhere. I was lucky as the police station's generator kept going, and though we were unwashed and flushed toilets with buckets we had cold air and camaraderie. In those moments of crisis, as I am sure they are discovering once again in battered Pensacola and Gulf Shores there are moments of good that come through the misery.
Monday, September 21, 2020
I am enjoying normal even if I have to get up at 4:30 to walk Rusty through an empty, distanced town. The city commission was supposed to lift the requirement that we wear masks outdoors at all times but old fashioned news in these times of rapid social gossip moves slowly. Apparently the city did agree to align with the county which requires outdoor masks only when social distancing is impossible, and that seems sensible and less divisive to me in time when being annoyed is the norm. I also read the governor is now questioning the six foot rule even as he moves to lift all restrictions on bars and restaurants today. My wife and I plod on in isolation, she working from home, me working in the tightly locked dispatch center...the new abnormal.