Whatever side we’re on, we’re all holding our breaths as we wait for next Tuesday. And Wednesday. And Thursday…
The waiting game 2
by Ruth Neuwald Falcon, Seattle, Washington
Every morning when I get up, there’s an email waiting for me from Free the Oceans. Play Today’s Trivia, it invites me, and help us free the ocean of plastic. Each time someone answers the daily question, they “fund the removal of a piece of plastic from the ocean and coastlines,” through ad revenue generated on their site.
I confess that I don’t always click, even though it is free and easy. But a couple of days ago, I was intrigued by the question about 6 Sea-riously Spooky Fish Species. There’s the red-lipped batfish and the coffinfish. Both of them have feet and skulk around the ocean floor. There’s the ghost shark and the blob fish and the hagfish. You wouldn’t want to meet any of them on a dark night. But the one that shouted to me, “I am a fish for your times!” is the fangtooth fish. At first glance, it seems really scary. Aggressive. But when I looked again, I thought, no. This fish is scared.
Like we are. A feeling of dread permeates the atmosphere. We go around trying to act normal, as if we aren’t aware that whichever way it goes, there is real danger of violence. Are we in the (relative) calm before the storm?
“Make sure you stock up on groceries before the 3rd,” a friend told me yesterday. “Plan to stay home for at least a few days after.” It might be longer than days, says a different friend.
I am overloaded.
I am burned out.
I am terrified.
It’s just brutal.
Those people are out there. They’ve always been there; they’re just emboldened now.
I’m scared to death.
Those are the exact words of various friends. I’m sure we’ve all said them or heard them spoken.
We have less than a week to go. “You know,” one of those friends said, “it won’t be over then.” I know, I said. But still, I keep counting down, grateful for each passing day. It’s like waiting for the result of a medical test. You don’t want to learn you have cancer. But it’s worse to wait. At least once you know, you can deal with what is.