Up in Smoke

Mowing was postponed. The grass was wet and the sky hinted it might get wetter momentarily. Time for a fire. Watching fire either empties my brain or evokes what only I consider profound thoughts.

Sitting in a comfy chair far enough away to escape the heat, with a cat making my lap his comfy seat, it didn’t take long for my brain to drain. 2020 has created quite a quagmire. Any time I can escape its conundrums and negativity, that’s a plus.

It was nice while it lasted. An errant thought, dragging a deadline like a big bass zigzagging fishing line, beckoned me to join it in a topic search. To refrain from dumping a hodge-podge of brainstorms too quickly into my head, I focused on the flames as they faded.

Soon all the fire’s fuel vanished, up in smoke. Not sad. Necessary. If an old sofa can’t be recycled – having fulfilled its duties to couch potatoes, growing kids and feisty pets in sickness and in health – obliteration is the answer.

Obliterated. Wish that described COVID-19 tomorrow. Maybe it will someday as it does smallpox.

What about obliterating 2020? It has way more wrong with it than the viral pandemic. It seems a dismal failure so far. If it went up in smoke as the sofa did, I would, too. I’m not ready for that.

2020 is bulldozing a way to fresh perspectives, new habits, expanded appreciations. Think like Fred Rogers: “Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.”

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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