Wednesday, December 2, 2020


Unlucky seven
Yesterday our local health district published
updated Coronavirus numbers. Post a holiday
hiatus - the good news is that "active" cases
dropped from well over one hundred to only
thirty eight. Whereas the bad update was that
seven had died versus my last recollection of
only three. Plus thirteen hospitalized which
has to be a major hit on our local hospital. So
there we have it. Isolated, rural, and seemingly
untouchable Fergus County Montana has been
hit hard by the Coronavirus. Along with seven
of our friends and neighbors. Could this be just
the start of a long winter of our discontent?
Wishful thinking
While we've stayed close to home others have
been acting as if nothing was wrong. Leaving
me to wonder what it will take for all of us to
realize just how scary Coronavirus is. Sadly
some have to learn the hard way. Meaning that
many may have to fall ill or die before they'll
finally embrace reality. In the next two weeks
we'll find out how many locals stayed home
for Thanksgiving. My hope is they did just
that rather than risk exposure. Or did they pass
more than stuffing and cranberry sauce down
the table? Only time will tell. But honestly -
I'm worried. We may go from bad to worse.
Save the cowboy
As a vaccine lurks on the horizon, most of us
won't be eligible to get it for some time. Today
it was announced that medical personnel and
residents of long term care and assisted living
facilities are first on the list. Next it's likely
that those most vulnerable due to advanced age
or health issues will get shots. Ultimately those
healthy will probably be able to be vaccinated
by early summer. However knowing that rural
communities are often last on the list - there is
no panacea coming anytime soon. Therefore it's
time to act responsibly, keep our distance, and
do the right thing. Or end up fewer and wiser.

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Finding a way out of this mess

Few and far between
Weeks after the Presidential election America
lies in s state on suspended animation. Due to
all sorts of challenges splitting us politically,
physically, and emotionally. Some claim fraud
as others prepare for the inevitable. Others yell
hoax while the balance stay at home. Yet there
seems that we all share one thing in common.
Which is that we all want to move on, break
out, and get back to "normal". Our challenge
being the differences in how each of us views
just that. All has become fodder for argument.
No matter how insignificant or crucial any of
our difference may actually be.
Crack, snapple, and pop
The result being that the majority of us are
walking on eggshells. Unsure of just how
the other will react. Or worse - worried that
even the briefest contact could be infectious.
Ending with someone being hurt by either
disenfranchisement or Coronavirus. Hence
everybody is doing the limbo - neither here
nor there. Straddled between perception and
reality. Suspended between true and false.
Vivisected by differences in opinion. Add
an economy that is fading away due to our
lack of engagement. No wonder we're all
acting a bit squirrely. Our world is nuts.
Wait and see
Like anyone trapped our gut reaction is to
opt out. Whether that's running away, or
hiding under the covers, or jumping off a
cliff is up to the individual. However all
of the above will only make things worse.
Instead we need to be patient. Which is
easier said than done. In reality we've no
choice but to wait and see. No magic pill
will make this go away. Yet nothing so
important is ever easy. Hence we've much
work to do even in these challenging times.
To use this down time to figure out what
happened. And make sure it doesn't again.

Monday, November 30, 2020


What's wrong?
I'm a total mess. An itchy, fidgety,
edgy mess. Tossed and turned all
night. Waking Frank out of his
beauty sleep several times with
my nocturnal antiques. When my
night shift finally ended I looked
out of the window and BINGO - 
a full moon. And give the worst
year ever is almost over - it just
may be the fullest of said annum.

Something I ate?
That means that my angst has
little to do with the steak I ate
last night. It's simply a primal
force of nature. Don't ask me
why but Mr. Moon does strange
things to me. Normally I am
not a monster, But during full
time I do weird things. For
most of my life I never realized
Then slowly... I started putting
together the "full" picture.
I followed my own lunar cycle.

True confession
I'm a nail biter and picker. 
A disgusting habit that I've
spent my life in a battle for
naught. Ultimately I gave up.
It's in my DNA - something
that I can't combat no matte
 how strong I think my will
power is. What's even odder
is that I can track the moon's
patterns by how and when I
attack my thumbs. Disgusting!

Rise and shine
For some reason it just happens.
I don't track the moon's flow.
That said I do awake around two
or three a.m. every time there is
a full moon. Normally I sleep like
a log (and saw quite a few as I
snore). The only time I awake in
the wee hours is when there is a
full moon. And the only reason
I know that is that I always check
and BINGO, the night I'm awake
is always the start of a full moon!

Funny isn't it?
If I'm honest, this is also the
time of the month when I've
been known to have intense
dreams. Last night my mind
was racing with the wildest
of night visions. A jumbled
frenzy, I now remember little.
What I do recall is dreaming
with an intensity that happens
only once a month. Hence
the fact that I couldn't sleep
a "full" night no matter what!

Snap out of it!
I wonder if anyone else is as equally
effected by the moon's force as I am.
Could be that I'm simply weird and
if so, I can embrace that. However...
something tells me that something
that is able to control the tides of
our oceans and that the ancients
worshipped must be more powerful
than we realize. Therefore I'm going
to chalk up my angst to something
totally out of my control. Whether
right or wrong, I prefer to go ahead
and take advantage of a good excuse!
The long and short of it
The winter solstice occurs on the
twenty first of  December. It is
the shortest day of the year and
pagans have danced this night
away since the beginning of time.
That's the reason that we celebrate
the holidays during this time frame.
Rather than sit depressed at home
in the dark, humans have gathered
together around a fire to cheer their
collective spirits since the beginning
of time. Proof that once again, the
moon moves us in mysterious ways.

Sunday, November 29, 2020

7th Day Surprise: Ready, Set, Glow


While a hardy few have had their halls decked for weeks,
most use this weekend to kick off the holidays.

Whether it's putting up the tree or
hanging outdoor lights, garland, or wreaths -
have fun celebrating the season.