The Vegas Voice 5-20

Realizing What Matters
By: Dan Roberts / Roberts Rules
“
No, no, no, not that one! The other one.”
I was losing my patience with my PILL
(partner in love & life) but truth be told, the fault
was all mine.
How are you handling the quarantine? For my Rana and Yours Truly,
once we put away all the knives and sharp objects, we’re good.
We’re the fortunate ones. No coronavirus symptoms or illness even
though my Ladylove is a triple threat (over 65, diabetic and underlying
health issues). And despite both of us (at times) climbing the walls, we
faithfully followed the Governor’s order to say home.
(By the way, whoever thought that taking the trash cans to and from
the curb or walking to the mailbox could be so enjoyable? And I admit,
I was “shocked, shocked” when the Costco employee immediately
directed me to the “senior line” without asking for ID…although it
sure was nice to cut in front of the crowd - but I digress).
I also want to make clear that despite numerous TV talking heads
saying how “we are sacrificing” for the good of the country, such
statements are nonsense. The so-call comparison of the public’s
response to this pandemic to the “Greatest Generation” during World
War II is absurd.
Our (non)actions are not anything remotely equaling the Rosie-the-
Riveter activities or living under the wartime food and gas rationing
(despite having only 40 rolls of toilet paper). Does anyone really believe
that sitting in our La-Z-Boy watching Netflix is “sacrificing?”
A major inconvenience? Hell, yes. But heroic actions? Come on, get
serious. The true heroes are the first responders, nurses, doctors, and all
hospital personnel.
Anyway doing our (very) small part to keep everyone safe, there was
Rana and I watching television. Her problem causing me to snap? Not
knowing which TV remote to use.
So as I scolded her for picking up the wrong one, I had to stop, catch
my breath and realize what mattered.
The publisher with the true essentials to get through this pandemic.
From her cries of “look at my nails” and “having to cook dinner
again!” to my constant complaining about the “nothing but damn
sports reruns” I realized that life could be a whole lot worse.
So as I gently took her hand, reached for the “correct” remote and
settled down for some (more) binge TV watching, I made sure to count
our blessings.
Stay safe everyone.
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