people sat at home
doing nothing and they thought
do something instead
My Saturday morning reading started with an article in the Guardian about a trip to the Suffolk region of Great Britain.
The writer, Sarah Perry, author of the Serpent’s Tail books, was tasked with chronicling a “typical UK summer’s day” and she wrote about a visit to a World War 2 museum and a tea break at a local pub in Suffolk.
Ms. Perry names the pub, the Buck Inn at Flixton, but maddeningly, did not name the museum.
I guess travel columns are not her forte.
I will have to do some searching but I want to find this place about which Ms. Perry wrote, “We find ourselves in a place in which something strange or interesting occurs every few feet.”
At this unnamed museum, Ms. Perry encountered a volunteer, also unnamed. Maybe basic journalism is also not in her forte.
Ms. Perry identified the volunteer as “A man in a blue tabard. “
I had to do the google on tabard and it turns out to be a smock or one of those long, below the waist coveralls worn by church nursery workers across the United States.
Ms. Perry described the man as, “A man in a blue tabard reading ‘I CAN HELP’. ”
Ms. Perry writes, “A man in a blue tabard reading “I CAN HELP” explains the pandemic was rather good for the museum, which is run by volunteers.“
I had to stop and think for a sec.
The pandemic was rather good for the museum.
Well, I thought, that’s one positive thing from covid.
It got volunteers to volunteer at the place in which something strange or interesting occurred every few feet.
Then Ms. Perry quotes the unnamed man in the blue tabard reading ‘I CAN HELP.’
“People just sat at home doing nothing,” he says, “and they thought, I could be doing something, instead.”
Now in the third summer of covid, malaise has set in.
I was down near the tourist center of my little oceanside community the other day and the lack of spark, the lack of vacation excitement, the lack of adult joy of being a little kid again, was overwhelming.
I can sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the deaths of Kings.
Or I can think I could be doing something.
Beyond thinking is the doing of doing something.
I’ll better go to the beach.