Good evening my Corona friends and I hope it is or was a better evening for everyone than it was last night. Once we all had time to process the nightmare that unfolded and realized it wasn’t a bad dream but really happened, we could look for the recovery. I know I went out before 5am this morning to view the damage and report to friends the outcome. Yes there was significant damage. Our city was suffering from a wild night, but also there were glimmers of hope, in the form of all the people that were out and about so early in the morning and getting right to the cleanup. There were crews out early on putting up the plywood on all the broken glass, Home Depot must have opened at midnight to accommodate the run on supplies. I went back out again around noontime and already the Pubic garden was tidied up and saw several women walking with their strollers. There was a lot of community support for the damaged businesses that I visited. People were scrubbing and cleaning away. I am only going to try and look for the positives tonight, as I don’t want to slide back down into that dark hole of rage, which I was in last night. I understand the hopelessness and rage but I can never agree or understand the destruction.

Today was an absolute beautiful day and the sun was shining and the air was crisp and clean. At least it wasn’t raining and you could easily set up your sawhorse to cut your plywood to cover the business windows up and down Newbury and Boylston streets. Have to be grateful for these little moments, better than being soggy in the pouring rain, running power tools. The important thing is where are we going to go from here? I hope we all work toward a positive change and not just file last night’s event as a onetime happening. I really don’t want to have to witness another night like last night, although I know there are some conflicts tonight. I am going to try and take some tips from my roommate and try and do some meditation, seems to work for him. I have to have my nightly cocktail and then yell and swear at the TV, and apologize for my bad language last night. I wish I could say that it is rare for me to use the F word, but I would be lying and don’t want to get called out by all my friends and foes. Anyone who knows me, will vouch for my full-fledged putty mouth and would be surprised if I tried to clean it up. Namaste, that is my new curse word and pretty sure that is not the use it is intended, but I am going with it, as a certain evil one puts me over the edge. I am sitting here and I can hear helicopters buzzing and I hope there isn’t going to be another night of wilding, Namaste.

Techie is over in the corner with his headphones on so he hasn’t responded to my yelling over asking if it was happening again tonight. Honestly I am just too darn beat tonight to even make complete sentences and I can attest tonight it is not from an overabundance of vodka. It is just sheer exhaustion from living through a pandemic, with a business shuttered and then a city being ravaged and burned and no one knows how to end it. We should be celebrating Space X and those really cool new space suits those guys were wearing, I haven’t heard much about that fashion statement, got lost in the wildings. I am celebrating as I managed to hijack my granddaughter Tilda yesterday and bring her back from Philadelphia, snuck her out when the parents weren’t looking and drove back to Boston. Well Ok they followed a bit later in their own car and we are carrying on a bit more family time this week. I hope I can keep her entertained so she won’t want to go back home anytime soon. We did discover a nice new installation today that gave us all a smile. A field of windsocks blowing in the breeze and they looked like sunflowers or daffodils when the wind filled them, not very good on the plant identification. I am dubbing it a field of hope, and the wind is blowing the coronavirus right out of here, if it was only that easy…..

Just sayin