It’s my son’s birthday today (February 9th). His name is Daniel and I’m not sure exactly how old he is, probably about 42. After a while, you stop trying to figure that stuff out.
His kids are back in school as of yesterday and so we can’t have a birthday party for him on account of the plague. So my wife did the next best thing. She made him a birthday dinner, of Chicken Marengo, steamed rice, and a Caesar salad. She also made him a pineapple upside-down birthday cake and gave him 4 candles to light.
Earlier this week she went over to Lee Valley Tools in Niagara Falls and bought him a router attachment of some kind. My son is a baker but he is also a woodworker and he’s very good at both those things. This, of course, means we’re never really at a loss for a gift idea for him. Woodworkers always need something.
Most of the time I don’t mind being stuck in the middle of a plague lockdown. I’m still stuck in a wheelchair and I’m lucky enough to have a lot of interior space to roam around in, and a well-equipped van to haul me off to shopping and physiotherapy.
Plus, I’m a writer by profession and passion, so I always have something to do to make the time go by.
But I do feel bad for all the people who are stuck in much smaller spaces. Like apartments, or small condos. I can’t imagine the levels of claustrophobia they can experience. I don’t think about it much. I’ve got my own demons to deal with. But every once in a while I start to feel bad for the whole human race. A lot of them aren’t writers, or binge TV watchers, or live in beautiful spacious houses. And my heart goes out to them.
At some point, we will all be vaccinated, at least most of us, and life can get back to something closer to normal. But there will always be the contrarians who think that vaccinations are some deep dark plot to enslave the human race. These people get the deepest part of my sympathy. Because this way of thinking smacks of brainwashing leftover from the Trump era.
There is no shortage of brainwashed people around, in both Canada and the US. They have had these lies carefully planted in their brains by spending too much time on the wrong social media sites and listening to too many genuinely demented public figures.
Sadly, there is no magical fairy dust that you can sprinkle over these people that will heal their illusions and bring them back to reality. And even more sadly, these will be the people who will keep carrying and spreading this virus, until they are all wiped out. It’s a sad way to end your time here on earth. But at least the rest of us will be safe from them, thanks to our vaccinations, enslavement by the dark forces notwithstanding.
And I know this really has nothing to do with my son’s birthday, which I think is his 42nd. But that’s the way it goes sometimes. You sit down to write about one thing and then suddenly it’s all about something else.
I suppose I could artfully segue into a whole new topic, but I’m trying to keep my posts short and sweet.
So that’s it. Happy Birthday my son, and hello world, things are getting better soon.