This has been an unusually crazy week. Last Friday I masked up and ventured out to buy some candy to pass out to any would be trick or treaters. I decided to choose something I like, because I knew I’d probably be eating the bulk of it. Still I was hopeful that there would be a few costumed children knocking on the door. Hopeful because this virus has made it nearly impossible to communicate with our friends, grandchildren, children. Just one little trick or treater would’ve made my day, but none came. So here I sit, adding to my girth by eating two bags of Kit Kat bars.
Though Halloween Eve lacked little beggars, we were treated to a full moon and lots of scary decorations on neighbor’s houses, for this is the Halloween Capital of the world that I live in. The night also allowed us an extra hour of sleep due to the daylight savings time change. With the hugely bright moon shining in the window, it wasn’t easy to get that extra hour.
As the week continued, that extra hour was quickly lost and simply created more confusion. I still don’t understand why we do this every year. Since we experienced temperatures in the 70s this week, it added to the strangeness. It didn’t feel like November. My husband had a senior moment as he sat outside listening to nature and watching new buds appear on the lilac bushes. He thought for a second it was March. Let me tell you, when you get older the days kind of run into each other anyway, but add to that a virus that’s held you captive for months, not having a regular schedule, getting your annual physical virtually, snow in October and spring in November, it’s bound to set your internal clock on fire.
By Tuesday, we were prepared for a long election process. We had voted early so didn’t have to go to the polls, but as we watched the votes come in from various states, we were no more in the know than the rest of the country. We still don’t know, but I am hopeful that who ever wins this election there will be a return to kindness instead of hatred – the violent protests will cease – that tempers will ease and people will move forward.
The bright spot in Tuesday was a short time with our almost 18 year old granddaughter. She came to retrieve our Christmas decorations from the attic. Instead of waiting until it was 20 below, we thought it would be a good idea to bring them in early. We then had lunch together and shared some conversation. Visits are shorter now, often online or by text, phone or e-mail. This simply adds to the sadness of these times.
Wednesday and Thursday were filled with Zoom meetings and constant checking in on the news channel. If it wasn’t the news it was Hallmark Christmas movies which have been running for a couple weeks now.
It’s Friday and the week isn’t over yet. The election hasn’t been called, but it looks like it will be soon. There could be more craziness in the next few days, but I pray that soon we’ll be back to normal. When I mentioned that to my granddaughter, she asked, “What is normal anymore?” She nailed it with that question, but we do have hope for tomorrow no matter what. The world goes on. God is still our King and our kingdom is not of this world. The plan has already been put in place and it will be for our good.