It’s okay being upset that summer 2020 will be very different than years past. I’m mad that my kids won’t be able to enjoy the Muscatine Aquatic Center. My wife and I haven’t even told them yet because we know it will be devastating news. I should mention that I’m fully aware of the reasoning behind closing it and support that decision to keep everyone safe during this pandemic.
When the news broke of 4th of July festivities also being canceled, I was disappointed, but then remembered that fireworks are legal in Iowa! That, and the fireworks tent in the Hy-Vee parking lot supports MCSA and is staffed solely by volunteers opens soon.
Learning of the adjustments made to the Muscatine County Fair was hard to swallow. That’s an annual event that means so much to our county. I am glad that it seems like they’re going to try and have some of the 4H events. Maybe I’ll write a check to the fair board to show my support.
Last week, I received an email notifying me that a 50th class reunion I was to DJ had been postponed until 2021. Can I send the coronavirus a bill for the lost revenue?! I’m kidding, of course, and I feel bad for that group who had worked hard planning an event to celebrate their class.
Friends, this summer will test the ability to find the good. With so many changes, it’s easy to go negative, but keep in mind, a year from now, I bet things will be back to “normal.”
I’ve written in this space about my constant battle with keeping things in perspective. The past four to five months we’ve all been trying to go about our lives while experiencing something that’s never happened before in our lifetimes. I hope this never happens again, and that 365 days from now we can look back and say, “we made it through a pandemic together and are better for it.”
In my lifetime, I’ve been a part of several events that will be found in history books. Growing up, it felt like the majority of the stories and events we learned about in history class happened hundreds of years ago. It’s a trip realizing that students in say, the year 2050 will read about what we’ve endured in 2020. I’ll be 66 years old in 2050 that’s weird to think about! Hopefully I’ll have as much hair as I do now and perhaps a few pounds less.
Take care of yourselves, and try to not let summer 2020 get you down. I’m choosing to take the high road because I know things are going to be better just around the bend.