It should have been a normal day. I pruned an apple tree, burned the branches, fixed the boards on the raised vegetable beds, raked up some chestnut burrs. We went to a print shop in Allentown, bought Thai take-out, and ate it at Indian Trail Park on picnic tables in the sunlight.
It doesn’t feel normal, though. We were the only people getting food at the Thai restaurant. Traffic was light. People stood apart at the gas station where we get our New York Times. St Patrick’s Day was yesterday, and I didn’t have a hangover this morning. Tomorrow is the scheduled opening day at Rita’s in Lehighton, but we won’t be there as usual to register new voters. There’s no baseball news, no March Madness, no NBA games. Our neighbors’ kids are home from school.
The sun still comes up. The chickens are still laying eggs. It’s just that everything is off kilter. The only thing that hasn’t changed is that our President is still making stupid statements and remains clueless. Imagine how reassured we would all be if we were hearing President Obama’s calm voice helping the nation and the rest of the world to get through this.
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