Writer Without a Clause: Survival, Pleasure, and the Next Generation
Look at Us, Bound Together in One Valiant Effort For a Moment in Time
Welcome to the latest in my irregular but ongoing series called, Writer Without a Clause. It means I sit down to write with nothing planned. What is on my mind at the time is the subject of the hub. So here I go. This should be interesting. My head is muddled right now.
The Face of Covid-19 Is Not Microscopic
I’m committed to writing about whatever is on my mind at the moment I sit down to the laptop. The problem is, my mind is going in several different directions. First, there is Coronavirus, also known as covid-19. Others have applied different names, but it takes no class to use them. I have some class, so I’ll rise above it.
Second, I was on the verge of purchasing a travel trailer when the first topic, the virus, became a real issue. Since then, I have nixed the travel trailer idea, which would have become my new home for the next few years.
Third, but the most prominent is that I will become a grandpa for the first time in just a few weeks. I am proud and thrilled. I can’t wait to hold little Violet.
So the three prominent issues in my life have converged. Many people around me are on the edge of financial hardship. As a traveling healthcare worker, I have contracts signed through midsummer. I’m good to go. How could I go out and spend thousands of dollars right now for a luxury item when others might not have food on the table tomorrow?
My granddaughter is coming into the world very soon. My sons’ jobs are likely to end. So I, along with the rest of the world, hunker down and wait. I have no business spending money like a drunk senator.
I did a quick check. It seems that the birth of a baby costs somewhere between the extremes of $3500 and $50,000. That is a broad enough range to render the figures irrelevant. My son and his young lady, Jessica, are considering a home birth in a pool with a midwife. Yep, I can support that as long as there is a backup hospital plan in place.
If I am going to have grandchildren, A travel trailer really would be a good idea. When they come to visit wherever I am, they will have a fun place to sleep. Imagine visiting grandpa as a little kid when he is spending the summer in the mountains of Montana or the Redwoods of California. I would take those kids for the adventure I went on one time. I began at a ranger station, hiked through the redwoods for several hours, and emerged onto the beach. Waves rolled, seals rode the breaking waves, and pelicans skimmed the white crests. My travel trailer would be waiting at the end of the hike. Dinner over the grill and sunset over the ocean. Magical. So eventually, I’ll pick up the travel trailer.
Is the world coming to an end with this damned virus? I won’t stand for it. I have years of life ahead with grandchildren. I won’t give in to depression and discouragement. Our world may change, and it probably should. I feel closer now to those poor people in Wuhan, China. One of our own may want to demonize them, but my heart goes out to them. They are human beings who have suffered much. We learned how to survive from their suffering. We should have learned much more than we did.
I want my granddaughter to grow up in a world filled with compassion, black for white, East for West, capitalist for socialist, rich for poor and poor for rich, refugees for their home country, for their new country, the world for refugees from famine and war.
I want my granddaughter to grow up loving justice, peace, compassion, and the meaning of hard work. I want her to despise bigotry, the twisted deformity of capitalism that now reigns in our land, and selfishness. She will learn to love her fellow man in practical ways, to share freely, to work hard, and compete acceptably.
Look at the world at this present moment. Every person focuses on a common foe. Everyone hunkers down, waiting, hoping their family and friends survive. I watch with tears in my eyes the Italians singing from their balconies. If this does not show that we are a world community, nothing will. If you bristle at that thought, you blindly wander in the philosophy of hate and bigotry. I choose to embrace my brothers and sisters in Russia, China, North Korea, and Iran and everywhere in between.
That’s the kind of world I want for my granddaughter, little Violet. Let’s make the world an excellent place, once and for all time.
© 2020 Chris Mills