When a Holiday isn't so Memorable

It's Saturday.  ICYMI.

Yes, Saturday. 

Of a holiday weekend.

True story:  my students had an essay due yesterday.  One didn't turn theirs in.  I emailed and asked and she responded "I thought it Thursday..." 

Yeah, really.

Is that better than "my dog ate my homework?"

I think we all can understand, up to a point.

Here we are.   Memorial Day weekend.

We often have gone to a baseball game this weekend.  Nope. Ain't happening.

We almost always go see the big ticket movie coming out for the summer (was it going to be Wonder Woman II?).  Nope. Ain't happening.

So, what do we do?

We have the stuff to cook out.  Just us.  Because many years there's been a cookout with friends over...or we have gone over to their place.  Nope.  Ain't happening.

A lot ain't happening.

The morning news shows showed (repetition intended) all these venues opening up.  Like the beach in Indiana.  With no bathrooms.  Which says "don't say stay long."  OC, they had a woman on saying "why aren't they open, I've got kids...they might have to...you know."  Answer: because you aren't supposed to be there long enough to "you know."  Go home!

It's going to be interesting to see, having flattened the upward curve, if all we're doing sustains the flat, or it bounces up more.  Or maybe a dip, then another spike? 

It's going to be interesting to see.

In the meantime, we all wonder what to do, how to make the time go by (did you see the article interviewing the philosopher of time?  turns out time passing is a mental thing.  Huh).

Good luck with the weekend.  And the holiday.  And making it feel special.

And don't forget why we have the holiday: a lot of soldiers have died for our freedom.  And I don't mean the freedom to not wear a mask.  Let's remember them.