At 9:15 a.m. today, I became exactly another year older. My daughter asked me the other day if I was excited about my birthday. "Not so much," I told her. "I've had so many." Indeed I have, but this one was especially lovely because I was able to celebrate with my children in person. My daughter came yesterday and my son and daughter-in-law today. They brought me the cutest birthday gift ever--a drawing of a cat wearing glasses and reading To Kill a Mockingbird. So funny.
This has been a weird year, hasn't it? COVID lockdowns, people unrecognizable because they're wearing masks, vaccines, elections, and Zoom, Zoom, Zoom. I wonder what to do with the masks I have collected in various colors to match my clothes. Save them in case there's another spike of the virus? Give them to Goodwill? But who would want them? Maybe just keep them as a memory of this crazy year.
I wonder if people will continue online shopping now that stores are open again. Will Zoom's stock go down? (I don't know if they're listed on the stock market.) How long will the toilet paper that people hoarded last? Will sour dough bread replace whole wheat? How many projects begun during lockdown will be completed? How many hobbies taken up out of boredom will continue? Will people give up their sweats for business attire or will extremely casual become the new office-wear?
I am only hoping this next year will be calm and safe and normal again... for all of us.
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