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I’m writing this post with very much mixed emotions. On one hand, I’m feeling absolutely miserable. I’m not by nature a reflective person; I hate dwelling and would so much rather keep moving forward. But times like these you can’t help dwelling; or at least pausing to process it all.
Our family has been a loyal local news watcher for years and our go-to station is the NBC affiliate KARE-11. They have a great team with well-produced segments and for most part their content tends towards the lighter-side-of-life, buck-up-little-camper variety. But for the past couple of nights our family has watching KARE-11, absolutely transfixed. Rioting and looting in Minneapolis and other areas of the Twin Cities. And both of our kids – Ethan, 15 and Sasha, 13 commenting, every few minutes: “Oh my G-d; my friend lives right by there!” or “I can’t believe it! We’ve driven by that place so many times!” Or “Mom, Dad; I just don’t understand it. Why are people stealing?” Our son Ethan, very much an old soul, has said more than a few times, “This is a really bad look for our city.” I couldn’t agree more.
KARE-11, which for all these years I’ve turned to not so much for news but for comfort, a security blanket, truly has risen to the occasion. Their team has expressed justified outrage at our state and local officials and are asking the questions on all of our minds. Although the reason sucks, I’m impressed with the channel and proud to be a loyal viewer.
Beyond the events caused by Monday’s death of George Floyd, like all of you, I’m still feeling the emotional effects of the COVID-19 pandemic. Anxious. Fearful. Uncertain.
So I’m doing the only thing I know how. I’m writing about it, documenting it. For myself. For you. For our kids if they ever come upon this post.
Enough dwelling.
It’s about 10:30 a.m. CST as I write this post. Beautiful weather here in Minneapolis; sunny, cool. Almost like a September day. We’re expecting unseasonably warm weather next week and, if you live in Minnesota, you just accept that meteorologically, speaking, the other shoe can always drop. So you need to do what you can to enjoy the nice weather while it lasts.
Earlier this morning, the kids and I went to Home Depot where we purchased a new long mower. On the way there Ethan, completely unprompted, said “Wow, 2020 really sucks.” I agreed with him but cautioned that we’re just reaching the halfway point. We have six months go to. I struggled to find a sports analogy but since I know nothing about sports, Ethan stepped in. “Dad, we need a really good second half,” he said. Exactly.
I’m not my any stretch trying to paste over or disregard what has been happening globally or nationally. We’re reeling right now, no matter where we live. And collectively we have our work cut out for us.
But that’s where the second half comes in. I’m hopeful that we’ll rise to the occasion. Make meaningful change in the way we live, work and treat each other. Take nothing for granted. Be sure to exercise our right to vote, no matter how we go about doing it. Because doing nothing isn’t an option.
Be well and stay safe.