On a posting on 11/1 I reported that I was using my writing here
for escaping current events and my bodily miseries. I am not cut off from the world … but I have entirely stopped following the news and commentary on the news on tv. The background for my days is re-runs (on dvd) of all six years of the tv series Major Crimes (details in my 10/29 posting with that title)
Video therapy continues. (Today on Major Crimes, Rusty told Gus that he loved him and said the mantra: You changed my life. I am a better person because of you.) Meanwhile, as the week drew on, my withdrawal from the world was more and more often interrupted by phone calls, eventually coming about every 20 minutes. From callers — most of them, I assume, calling to press me to vote — who left no messages. All very deranging.
And then this morning, the sound of silence, My phone has not rung once all day.
I assume that we are now in the eye of the hurricane, and that soon all hell will break loose. And I’ll be terrified again.
Two notes. First, my allusion to Simon and Garfunkel’s song “The Sound of Silence”, first released in 1964, with the immensely successful remix released in 1965. The year my daughter was born. The year I finished my PhD and started my first professorial job.
Then, a by-product of mutual commiseration between that daughter and me yesterday, as she assembled my meds for the next week: this morning, Elizabeth sent me a note headed “NPR has our backs”, with a link to NPR’s “More songs to calm the nerves” — 59 minutes of them.
And in the middle of the day, a Zoom meeting of motss-folk, too much about the elections, but also about cruises and quinces (and pawpaws and loquats and other fruits) and looky-loos, so it was far from despairing.
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