This was the Google doodle today, the last day of June, Pandemic 01. 
There is so much about this that was unheard of, let alone unthinkable, when I was FlapJilly's age. There is so much more (though, obviously, still not enough) freedom to be than there was in 1958; Marlo Thomas's iconic Free to Be You and Me was published in 1972,
the year TBG graduated Cornell.
Amster's boys, who you met in pre-school, are now Messers 15 and 17, high school kids who text to see if I need any help. I asked Amster how this could have happened; Idk I seriously do not.
FlapJilly's going to ask the astronauts a question on tomorrow's Zoom AstroHour fund raiser for Mark Kelly. When I met Mark Kelly my granddaughter wasn't even a glimmer in her parents' eyes. Now, instead of a in hospital room surrounded by armed security guards, the kid is going to say hello from her dining room table.
I can conjure Mark sitting in the recliner in my room, chatting with MTF about space, as if it were happening right now. I can also go back, oh how easily can I go back, to the days before knowing an astronaut was on my radar, before I was perforated. Those first few days home from the hospital, how it felt, what I thought, they are all deeply imprinted.
It was yesterday and it was forever ago.
It's hard to remember that life is going on when I'm watching it unfold on the television and on my phone and on my iPad and on Lenore the Lenovo without being able to add any of my own items to What Happened Today.
As JannyLou texted yesterday, we will be doing nothing here and then starting again.
What’s to say?
ReplyDeleteI love you. That works, and helps. But........
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