Mill Creek resident Taso Lagos blogs about what it’s like being a middle-aged new parent in Mill Creek.
Shades of hope pervade now; our long nightmare of home captivity may soon end as the peak has passed? Mass graves being dug in New York City, while we here in Washington state see less need for hospital beds. In Europe, Austria is the first country to start reducing the lockdown.
I wonder if we will miss this period. Yes, we suffer from cabin fever and how many reruns of Robin Williams can you watch? Yet, traffic noise and pollution have disappeared.
Less junk mail than ever before. Friendlier neighbors. Even those Nobel Peace Prize-winning clerks at Bartell’s Drugs are friendlier these days.
So, I’ve devised a plan to keep the best of this captivity as we return to normal life.
First, Mill Creek should require anyone about to take out their car for a drive to get permission first from the city. This reduces unnecessary trips and makes our streets safer.
Senior day at Costco should remain forever. It’s a great idea long overdue. We seniors worked hard all our lives and deserve some comps. Let the young whippersnappers battle it out for the last rolls of toilet paper as we stack ours in the back of the SUV and drive home.
Birds chirping; lots of it these days because there’s less human-made noise. Is there a sweeter sound in this world? Let’s force Boeing to replace that awful hissing sound on airplanes now with birds chirping. Wouldn’t the world be a brighter, happier place for it?
Encourage neighbors to continue walking. This virus plague improved physical health, and anyone caught walking from now on should be given coupons to the protein bar section at Bartell’s.
I wave at electric car drivers that pass by me on the road during my daily constitutional. Now that makes me odd (drivers must wonder who I am!), but we live in strange times. Why not encourage people who don’t pollute by smiling and waving at them? Suggestion: don’t offer a thumbs up, may be seen as giving the finger.
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I recall stories growing up in Greece of folks finding camaraderie during World War II and how it vanished once the battles ended and life returned to normal. Strange that we need tragedy to bring us together. Yet, this bonding happens in unexpected ways.
I was stopped on my daily constitution recently by writings on the sidewalk on the corner of 135th Place SE and 43rd Ave SE. “We can do this… peace HEAL… ALONG together?” and signed by “Jaco E.”
Nobel Peace Prize nomination?
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The Greatest Leader of All Time basks in his newfound glory. A top White House official warned in January that the U.S. was completely unprepared for the coronavirus. What did GLOAT do? He trashed the warning. “Democratic hoax!” he spat. Now that’s leadership!
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Have you ever woken up from sleep to the sound of roaring in the streets? We live off Seattle Hill Road and motorcycles and souped-up monster cars going 60mph was common. With the reduced traffic in daytime, the speedsters are having a field day.
Nighttime wasn’t enough for them; now they rocket-blast in the day as well. Besides Seattle Hill Road, 35th is another particularly popular spot. Maybe that stretch reminds them of the Mojave.
They scare anyone who has any sense and turn our streets into death camps. I say, enough is enough. Catch and arrest them and make them pick up all the dog-doo on Mill Creek sidewalks, mow the lawns of all senior citizens, and work as cashiers at Bartell’s for at least two years. That'll put some hair on their chest.
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From the Sage of Mountlake Terrace: “I only regret I have but two hands for a six-pack of beer!”