Covid has obviously caused everyone to take a huge look at their lives and how the world works. “We live in interesting times” is a phrase I could probably survive without hearing again. As we reach the tail end of the worst part of the pandemic, and things start to open up fully again, we are left to wonder at the aftermath. It seems that the summer of 2021 is going to be the Summer of Shortages.

Trucks and truck drivers is a big one and there’s a lot of talk about a gas shortage later in the summer. I’ve seen first hand the bike-mageddon that is unfolding at the moment. Just this week, some guy announced that there would likely be a Cadbury Flake shortage in Ireland this year and the hopes of the Irish people having a normal summer melted away as quickly as a whippy ice cream without an erect stick of chocolate to keep it honest.

Temperature: 66 f | Wind Speed: 9 mph | Miles this month: 117.02m | Miles this year: 264.83m (1,756.17m to go)

It got me to thinking – if this is as bad as it gets, then we truly are living in privileged times. In 60 years, I’m imagining my grandkids all gathered around. One of the little shits asks “Grandad, what was it like living through Covid?” Will I really answer :

“You could never have survived it. We had to wear masks in restaurants when we weren’t sitting down. The lines at Home Depot were ridiculous because people were making too much money off the government to want a job. I had to wait two goddamn weeks for my bike to be serviced.”

Tough times or soft people

On my cycle today, I passed a house where a lady was out with her garden hose. She was hosing down the sidewalk which had a light covering of flowers from an overhanging tree. We’re talking about a total of 20 square feet and she was close to half done. I did another lap of the lake and passed her again roughly 10 minutes later. She was getting close to finishing the job. Had I done another lap, I expect I would have seen her putting the hose away.

Based on the flowers still left on the tree and the number on the sidewalk, I would say this was not her first or second time doing this and would not be her last. If we’re in a position that this is an important task worth dedicating half an hour and 100+ gallons of water to each day, then I’d say we’re doing okay.

I was reading The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah recently. It is set in WWII France around the time of Nazi occupation. The Nazis came to live with the people in their own homes. They had to line up all day every day for rations of barely edible food and disgusting meat. That seems to me like a real tough time to live through. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was actually grand like it is now, just slightly different to how things normally were for a period of time.

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