obsessive madness
read, watch everything or avoid
news completely

If you like Pete the Cat (and you should, or is it a Georgia Thing?) you will LOVE First Dog on the Moon.

Don’t miss today’s Obsessively consuming every morsel of information about coronavirus? Or trying to avoid the news completely? (The headline of which inspired today’s haiku).

I am tired of this news cycle and I am beginning to question the global over reaction.

I am suspecting that this pandemic is related to the first global danger in the social media, insta-news era.

I am reminded of an article I read about the ‘British Enclave’ in Hollywood during the 30’s.

The detailed the life and times of the group of actors and actresses from Great Britain that had relocated to California.

The article related how one actor, I want to say C. Aubrey Smith, but maybe Henry Stephenson or maybe someone else altogether.

It was noted about the actor that the only paper he would believe was the Times of London.

And not just the Times but the SUNDAY TIMES.

As the Sunday Times was published only on Sunday and then had to be shipped over from London, the feller was always about two weeks behind.

Something appealing for some reason.

No where to run, hide
The heartbreak I know will come
No where to run, hide

When I lived up north, I read about hurricanes in the south.

Now that I live in the south, I read about blizzards up north.

Living in the east, I read about earthquakes and drought out west.

Living in the United States, I read about the economic trials in Europe.

Living on Earth, I read about rovers on Mars and exploding stars in other galaxies.

I read about these things, but I never think they are going to happen to me.

Optimist?

Head in the sand?

Head in the clouds?

Won’t face reality?

I don’t know.

I do now, I just don’t think it will happen to me.

How many TV sitcoms can I count where the hapless victim stares at the camera and says, “You read about these things but you never think ….”

Almost any other story line and I can escape the heartbreak.

If I was stuck in a hurricane, I evacuate and go north.

If I was stuck in a blizzard, I could go to Florida.

If I was stuck in a drought, I could go back east.

If I was stuck by Brexit, I could leave Europe and go home.

If I was stuck on Mars, maybe a rescue mission would be organized to save me.

The virus is here.

The virus is there.

The virus is everywhere.

Got no where to run.

Got no where to hide.

Baby!

So much heartbreak already.

So much heartbreak to come.

How is this going to end?

Not sure.

When it does, I am organizing the biggest block party this neighborhood has ever seen.

Speakers are going in the windows.

Volume is getting cranked.

Martha Reeves and the Vandella’s are the first group on the playlist.

Not their song, No Where to Run though.

But another one of their hits.