Unready for satire
Years ago, I read that comedy depended on timing. This evening, I watched a special with Sarah Cooper, and I want to raise a complaint. We aren’t ready, yet, to treat 2020 as satire. Perhaps in a few weeks (like when January forces a change of calendar), but right now we’re all sitting on the edge of our seats, waiting for election returns from south of us. I speak on behalf of the nation. Nay, the world. Her humour was on target, but we’ve run out of laugh pills.
We’ve been warned: the results won’t be final for days. Weeks, even. At a time when a little injection of hope for a better future would be better than that promised vaccine. Quarantine works, if the system doesn’t derail. But it sure would be nice to have an announcement that this long, dark period will end. And so, I’m back to doing what I do naturally. Trying to put order in my collection of media. Not going to be completed, any time soon, but at least it keeps me distracted.
Our local election (yesterday) moved the current provincial government from “minority” to “majority”. One person. Enough to allow passage of legislation without contest. I hope that works out.
I’m unsure when the hurricane season ends. Right now, Nicaragua is under the shadow of a Category 4. Remember, we are officially in November, when snow tires should be the only weather related story. No, ours are not yet installed. Soon. If we can avoid one of those oversize storms that bring in the need for big boots and racquets on our feet, life will be better.
