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@feisty_lemming The Eagles, 2019. Standing with the crowd trying to record every second of “Hotel California” in my memory. So glad I witnessed those old guys bringing their talents out for us. Two hours that will never happen again.
It couldn’t even if I didn’t care about #Covid. So many artists are just not what they were anymore, whether they admit the virus did that to them or not.
@ptinou Thanks for this perspective! It’s valuable to have alongside the lamentations of the extroverts. There are things in your comment that resonate with me but these six years have been very long for me indeed.
@ABScientist Those visits sure were nice, weren’t they? Just sitting there, idly chatting about the day’s events. Maybe some cake and ice cream. Not one single thought about the air we are sharing.
And employers have really shown how awful they are, generally. I’ve been retired for years, but the stories I read are horrific.
@KanaMauna Sigh. Thanks for this, which brings another sharp bittersweet memory: February 2020. I’m in the best shape of my life after a year of weightlifting. I’ve finally realized the looks I’m getting from women (and a few men) are not because of mustard on my sweatshirt from lunch. Watching a play with my wife to my left and a chatty woman who keeps looking down at my non-existent gut to my right. Enjoying the moment after a lifetime of being an out-of-shape nerd.
Now back to being the out-of-shape nerd. Except older, worn out, used up, and cast aside. 2019 sure was nice while it lasted.
Fellow travelers on the lonely #CovidIsNotOver road…how are your memories of the Before Times hitting you? I am finding them sad yet treasured, a savoring of the high notes of once ordinary things.
Like just now, remember an evening in a darkened cozy airline cabin, sitting in a vacant seat next to a once-friend I had happened to see on the same plane while flying home from a business trip.
It’ll never happen to me again.
