This has been a hell of a week or two. How fitting that the next photo in my shelfie album is from a time when I was dealing with a personal, medical emergency (then a broken humerus).
But that was no hell compared to this.
Unlike most of the world, it seems, I am still working at a store with the public. The fear, the grief, the unknown, the added precautions, the stress of my coworkers and the public have all compounded—and we had a death in the family from covid-19, and I’ve had to deal with that ordinary grief while those around me discuss death and the statistics of dying as if the deaths are numbers.
I can’t write or edit the partial review that I had had ready.
So here instead is a photo of one of the most heart-twisting sentence fragments in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
(In this time of stress, I’ve turned again to Harry Potter. I’m right now re-reading Chamber of Secrets.)
I hope you are all doing better than me. I hope you are staying away from public places and staying safe. Be well. Be careful. I won’t promise that we’ll make it through this whole and hale, because I already haven’t, and chances are that many of us will be affected in some way—and all those promises have been painful for me to hear and read this week. But look for the helpers, as Mr. Rogers said. There’s some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for, as said Tolkien. Or was that bold, brilliant speech the invention of the writers of the Lord of the Rings film scripts (Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh, and Philippa Boyens)?