O.K., I admit it — I love solitude.
But, as a Sagittarian, I choose it – do not demand it of me!
The globe and a virus have altered everyone’s reality.
Every few minutes, the Internet brings new proscriptions.
Even Moses came back from the burning bush bearing only twelve!
Here’s my confession: I almost went to a party. A number of friends live near me, so don’t try to guess:
Someone wrote: “Why don’t you walk over and bring your champagne glass. We’ll sit six feet apart on my outdoor chairs and have bubbly.”
“GREAT!,” I wrote. “I can bring almonds and olives.”
“FINE!,” she answered, “I have pate.” [I surely never thought of pate on my one grocery run.]
And we set it up and the night came and a call came with this most unusual revelation:
“It’s 40-&*()^%$# degrees! We’re not doing this!”
So we set it up a few days hence.
The morning of Party Plan II, our Governor, [who has been doing a superb job of managing these dire realities, despite recent surgery of his own], announced his displeasure with a number of local parties having defied his “social distancing” mandate. I think there was mention of the National Guard.
So I wrote my prospective hostess with this information.
“We’ll be six feet apart!,” she protested.
“I know. And you know, I really love going places with you. But I don’t want to become your cell mate!”
We had the heartiest laughter of the Corona saga.
But we didn’t have our champagne.
What would YOU have done?