It's been nearly 7 months since I last wrote anything. As the world began to settle into a new normal, in 2020, I watched and listened. Daily life became more complicated with dogs in recovery, one fighting a blood borne disease and babysitting a two-year-old. Priorities changed. Writing took a back seat as other concerns mattered more. The world was in lockdown, while waiting for government money. Our children were being held hostage, a scapegoat where there should have been none. Humour was needed if only to release the stress inside of us. We began to scramble for a safe place to be. The U.S. November election made hell seem like a pleasant place. Normal was now becoming an elusive destination.
Money made a difference. The mask and the washing of hands were paramount steps in taking control where none existed. Social distancing made us aware of the person near us. And I questioned, “How can those in government ('authority') have it better than those who put them there to lead?” Where was the justice or their sacrifice? Those in government were safe because they belonged to a special group, an elite group of rulers with security and a steady income stream. Two sets of rules I guess. Our eyes were opened.
Momsey endured these new circumstances. I was in a high risk group, they said. Others had it worse, much worse, I knew. The groups with the least power had it the worst: ill seniors and children. Children were considered safe. The science said so! Yet these tiny minions were still isolated, frustrated and losing ground. Their education continued to suffer, especially those children considered special needs. What were 'They' thinking or were they? I kept wondering. What about the children? Neuroplasticity was losing ground and not even being considered. Time was taking its toll on these 3-foot people. Few in education and elsewhere seemed to be listening. The plight of children was becoming headlines. To those families with children struggling to get through the day in lockdown, this was not a headline. It was life!
My mind was playing games with my writing. Covid was here wreaking havoc on our lives. Many died. Vaccines were made in 'warp speed', an unheard of phenomenon, in less than a year. His administration had made it happen. Capitalism does that. But our children were still falling behind, in great numbers. The power structure was most important to those in charge. They had the time to pontificate. The rest of us just could only wait and see for change. We knew nothing according to 'them.' Their lives hadn't seen much of a ripple.
I have 3 grandsons now, soon another, then later this year, a girl will arrive. I read, play cars, blocks and imagine numbers, letters, other places and wild ideas while in their presence. I ask them many questions 'cause I need to know.Their thoughts and ideas mean everything to me. This is where free speech and independent thought begin. It's connected to health - both kinds. Nothing matters more. The sooner they think, the less I worry. I direct our next moves. Geometry is here to stay. Why not? Geometry is everywhere in the world. I am baba or Momsey to them. I do not care what those human jewels call me as long as they talk. Those jumble of words are the forerunner to thought!
I celebrated my 9th year as the Momsey on March 12th but I could not write. My followers - (I have none) - have tried to find me but maybe I'm a part of that algorithm 'they' write about. I am honoured to have a few people reading what I write. Thank you so much.Things matter or they don't. A thriving economy means everything. Free speech, too. Anything else can be dangerous. The free money will disappear one day. Then what? Where will we be then? The companies will be gone or downgraded. Too late to fix, maybe? Regrets are silly. Our efforts now are real and what moves us forward. They are the driving forces in our lives. Together, we can accomplish the impossible. Common sense rules. Always has, always will!
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