It’s been a long time coming, but I’ve finally reached a destination so many have reported: the Blursdays. I believe people with children, and just one child will do it, reached this destination sooner. It’s where one day blurs into the other with very little distinction.
Since my days vary, but the weeks don’t, I’m a relative newcomer to the Blursdays. I’ve cycled through a similar Monday through Sunday routine since mid March and now find myself in mid August.
Even most holidays are merely celebrated by watching the holiday version of TV. Except for Memorial Day. On that day, George Floyd’s murder sparked worldwide protest against police brutality and the systemic racism which incubates such egregious activities.
The protests and the plague march on.
Now it’s back-to-school season. The composition of the protesters have morphed into educators, parents and students versus politicians who never have to step into a school. Since I’m childfree, my weekly Blursday activities haven’t changed due to the school calendar–only the TV and internet content. (I’m also not on social media, but I trust that’s changing similarly.)
Converging with this perfect storm that’s brewing to wipe us out of our developed nation status, USPS is being sabotaged to undermine the upcoming presidential elections. The safest way to vote during a pandemic is by mail-in ballot. Yet, one political party believes that they will only win if fewer people have less voting access.
At the same time, their favored demographic is also affected. As if being at risk of catching the plague wasn’t bad enough, mailed prescription medications for pre-existing conditions have been delayed.
Not to mention online businesses, small businesses and entrepreneurial side hustlers who rely on USPS to serve their customer orders, using the formerly most cost-effective means. USPS is a highly rated government agency that supports so many other aspects of American life. Yet, some politicians act as if USPS should be run as a business rather than a government-run entity that’s actually part of our infrastructure.
Nonetheless, I’m viewing all this chaos from a slow spinning top, where the scenery around me changes while my reduced activity does not. Who knows where this spinning top will eventually land. It’s amazing to think how so many of us are hunkered down waiting out this waterless flood just to pioneer a country with very little infrastructure to hold society together.
For now, it’s just blurring by a day at a time.