Wednesday, November 25, 2020

 November 25, 2020


We awoke Sunday morning to three inches of snow on the ground, and while it did seem to be melting, it also kept falling throughout the day. This was two days after it being in the high fifties, again. That turned out to be another set of warm few days that made us all want to check the calendar to make certain it was November!

Monday morning, I did a double take, because my back yard had a wide patch where there was no snow and the rest had yes, three inches. It took me a moment to understand the wind must have been out of the west. We have a line of cedar trees on the hill at the edge of our lower back yard, and they acted like a giant natural snow fence for part of our yard.

There was a time when the first snow fall would have arrived in late October and stayed until mid-May. There would rarely be a complete January Thaw, and yes, that was a thing. But that few days of warmer temperatures rarely got rid of all the snow. That first one, the base of our winter accumulation, looked old and tired when it finally would be revealed in mid-to-late April.

Now those were winters! I can recall riding in my mother’s car as we made our way home, down our country road with snowbanks higher than our car. Some days, you had to count the driveways to get to the right one. We built snow forts, had a natural outdoor skating rink that stretched for a mile…as I said, those were real winters.

We are acclimating ourselves to being in a “locked down” state of mind once more here in the Ashbury household. This county, while not high by some standards, our infection numbers are climbing, and they are in fact higher than they were during the first wave last spring.

I’m not surprised. They told us it would happen that way. Studies of the last great pandemic to hit us, the Spanish Flu outbreak of the last century, showed that it was the second wave that proved to be the deadliest.

In these modern times, with all of the scientific improvements that have allowed us to know how to slow this virus and to take hope in the knowledge that innovations have allowed for an new kind of vaccine, the only low point is the failure of the common human being to process information efficiently so that they are able to discern the main thing, and keep that as their focus.

All the innovation in the world doesn’t mean squat when knuckle-dragging humans insist on clinging to their inner primordial psyches.

As I listen to the words of those who cling to their right not to wear a mask, it reminds me (the parent and grandparent me) of arguing with a child, trying to get them to willingly do something that you know is right and good and will keep them safe, and that they just do not want to do.

I understand, a little, the psychology behind this. Modern life moves too fast and is scary. Sometimes, crap happens that is difficult to understand. Some people don’t want to understand the logical and scientific reasons why things happen. It’s easier to just make something up and by doing so, have someone or something to blame. If you have someone or something to blame, then you can vent your fear and energy on hurling hate at your target, making yourself believe you feel better—that you feel in control in a world where that sensation is too often unattainable.

The psychological placebo of conspiracy theory, however, never lasts long. And before you know it, you have to find an entirely new conspiracy theory to replace the first one…and so on and so on and so on.

Because making stuff up or believing as true that which others make up without actually exercising the brain that the Good Lord gave you is nothing more than a placebo. It does nothing to help you grow as a human being. And it does just the opposite of giving you any kind of control in your life. Instead, clinging to conspiracy theories makes you a slave.

Some people are afraid to grow up. And I guess in a free society, that has to be allowed. I just wish they’d all go to a playroom somewhere, lie down on their towels and take a nice, long nap.

Oh, and lest I forget…wear a damn mask!

 

Love,

Morgan

http://www.morganashbury.com

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