It has been a long month or so of being quarantined because of the coronavirus. It seems like the endless rain, toilet paper and COVID-19 testing are the only things talked about these days. We are in a darkness right now. We are all filled with fear for our health, our family’s health, our neighbour’s health. We’re worried about our jobs, small businesses and the economy. We’re worried about how this pandemic will change our society forever more.
Television and social media posts offer support and opinions for the elderly, disabled, parents ‘homeschooling’ their kids, and ways to help folks who can’t get out. It seems they have thought of everyone except “Empty Nesters”. It’s like one day we were on ‘Fantasy Island’ and the next day ‘Survivor!’
But I being an empty nester thought of a way to add light to the darkness. Bring back out some Christmas lights. It would have been perfect since we had a Christmas tree on the front lawn over the winter supported by the flagpole. But that was spoiled by the Trimm couple who walked by every day. They remarked on each passing, ”Christmas is over and that tree should be put away.” Dammit! In humiliation, I packed it up the next day. Now this great idea of lights is a turn-off. Thanks guys!
However there is a saving grace. Sheila still has a decorated pine tree on our front porch. She redoes is for all the special holiday events. Behind schedule this year, it is still the Easter version but with some ingenuity and additional lights and decorations it could be stunning (even impressing our neighbours from up the street).
The only way to stop the spread of the virus is to continue to spread us away from each other. However, social distancing and self-quarantine doesn’t have to mean social isolation.
Humour helps us feel connected to each other. Now more than ever we need to find humour amidst the anxiety and then intentionally infect others with its inherent benefits and healing qualities. It doesn’t matter what makes you laugh, just as long as you laugh at something – at yourself or at the absurdity of this surreal situation we’re trapped in.
Fear of the virus has tickled the funny bone in many of us. When all the TV Network news aren’t frightening the living daylights out of me, the humorous emails arriving daily actually have me laughing out loud. The humour the world is sharing is so precious at this time.
Bob looks at the funny side of the virus
It has been a long month or so of being quarantined because of the coronavirus. It seems like the endless rain, toilet paper and COVID-19 testing are the only things talked about these days. We are in a darkness right now. We are all filled with fear for our health, our family’s health, our neighbour’s health. We’re worried about our jobs, small businesses and the economy. We’re worried about how this pandemic will change our society forever more.
Television and social media posts offer support and opinions for the elderly, disabled, parents ‘homeschooling’ their kids, and ways to help folks who can’t get out. It seems they have thought of everyone except “Empty Nesters”. It’s like one day we were on ‘Fantasy Island’ and the next day ‘Survivor!’
But I being an empty nester thought of a way to add light to the darkness. Bring back out some Christmas lights. It would have been perfect since we had a Christmas tree on the front lawn over the winter supported by the flagpole. But that was spoiled by the Trimm couple who walked by every day. They remarked on each passing, ”Christmas is over and that tree should be put away.” Dammit! In humiliation, I packed it up the next day. Now this great idea of lights is a turn-off. Thanks guys!
However there is a saving grace. Sheila still has a decorated pine tree on our front porch. She redoes is for all the special holiday events. Behind schedule this year, it is still the Easter version but with some ingenuity and additional lights and decorations it could be stunning (even impressing our neighbours from up the street).
The only way to stop the spread of the virus is to continue to spread us away from each other. However, social distancing and self-quarantine doesn’t have to mean social isolation.
Humour helps us feel connected to each other. Now more than ever we need to find humour amidst the anxiety and then intentionally infect others with its inherent benefits and healing qualities. It doesn’t matter what makes you laugh, just as long as you laugh at something – at yourself or at the absurdity of this surreal situation we’re trapped in.
Fear of the virus has tickled the funny bone in many of us. When all the TV Network news aren’t frightening the living daylights out of me, the humorous emails arriving daily actually have me laughing out loud. The humour the world is sharing is so precious at this time.
Examples of the traditional ways to say something has died is being replaced by funnier ones regarding some businesses we know. A few examples are ones that go viral almost as fast as COVID-19: “The manufacturer of food blenders has gone into liquidation”; “A dog kennel has had to call in the retrievers”; “The Heinz factory has been canned as they couldn’t ketchup with orders”; “The bread company has run out of dough”; and “The shoe shop has had to put his foot down and give his staff the boot”.
Then the medical profession weighed in on President Trump’s lukewarm response to COVID-19: “The allergologists were in favour of scratching it, but the dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves”;
“The gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve”; “Meanwhile, obstetricians felt certain everyone was labouring under a misconception, while the ophthalmologists considered the idea short-sighted”; “The psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the radiologists could see right through it”; and “The anesthesiologists thought the whole idea s a gas, and the cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no”.
I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy and my social security cheques that I called the suicide hotline. I reached a call Centre in Afghanistan, and when I told them I was suicidal, they got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.
The economy is so bad, parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children’s names. This wretched virus is changing our lives. Half of us are going to come out of this quarantine as amazing cooks and the other half will come out with a drinking problem. Finally, due to the coronavirus and the paralyzed economy, the light at the end of the tunnel has been switched off!
