Greetings, Dear Reader. It’s early afternoon here in New Hometown, Florida on Tuesday, December 15, 2020. Currently, the temperature is 71˚F (22˚C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 76% and the wind blowing from the southwest at 9 MPH (14 KM/H), the feels-like temperature is also 71˚F (22˚C). Today’s forecast calls for mostly sunny skies and a high of 76˚F (24˚C); tonight, we can expect partly cloudy skies and a low of 56˚F (13˚C).
As Christmas 2020 approaches – it’s less than 10 days away, if you consider that today is more than half-over where I live – I still feel melancholic and not really looking forward to the holidays. As I’ve stated in the past, I’ll do my best not to let my lack of cheer manifest itself outward; I have purchased gifts for everyone except for my ex’s new boyfriend, and I try not to act cross or even mildly irritated about anything, as hard as that is for me to do. If there’s anything that dealing with a sick, dying parent taught me is to at least put up appearances during the Christmas season; I don’t like being an actor playing a role, but I have to.
I suppose that if 2020 had been a normal year – you know, one not shot to hell by a global pandemic caused by a new coronavirus called SARS-CoV-2 and a petulant defeated President who refuses to concede a fair and duly called election – my holidays still would have been marred by a breakup that I did not want. I think, though, that I could have coped better with that in a normal year; I have had relationships end on me before, and – if you want me to be brutally honest – the one that just ended was possibly doomed from the start. I just didn’t want to acknowledge it.
But the truth is that 2020 has been the Year from Hell for most of humanity, thanks to the SARS-CoV-2 virus which, as of this writing, has infected 73,136,927 people world-wide (including 16,557,151 Americans) and killed 1,627,892 (including 301,532 in the U.S.). These are scary, confusing, and highly polarized times, so for me Christmas, New Year’s, and all that jazz seem to be somewhat inconsequential.
Christmas 2020 will also be the sixth recurrence of the occasion since my mother died in July of 2015. I miss Mom terribly, even though at the same time I’m thankful that she didn’t have to live through a Trump Presidency or be scared – as she surely would have been – that either my half-sister Vicky or I would get sick from the COVID-19 virus. (Yes, she would have feared dying from COVID – isolated from us in a hospital – as well, but her first thoughts as a parent would have been for us.) But that last Christmas that she was with us was not particularly merry or bright – and the less said about it, the better.
So, how am I coping with all of this?
I am doing my best to cope with all of the nuttiness that surrounds the 2020 election results by contradicting ridiculous Trump supporters’ claims on social media and reminding myself that come noon of January 20, 2021, Donald Trump will have to leave the White House whether he wants to or not. As I predicted back in November of 2016 when he won that election, Trump was never interested in being a good President for everyone or even acting Presidential. He is, and always will be, Fred Trump’s spoiled, must-have-his-way-or-else, and disruptive brat who never had any great aspirations for serving anyone but himself and his family of venal and overly-privileged grifters.
As for coping with the more personal aspects of my life…well, I basically focus on writing – my blog, mostly – and keeping myself entertained in order to stave off boredom and loneliness. So I’ll just read my books, watch my movies/TV shows, play Cold Waters and other computer games on my PC, and listen to music. That’s how I’ve coped before – although in Miami I had a network of friends and family for support -and that’s how I’ll cope now.