MenoAZinkulling: W

This month here at the Wild YAMster's bloggy, you are going to be regaled with words related to feelings and happenings of the last twelve months. Oh yes, you know of what I talk.  This is to be the ALPHABET OF AAARRGFIZZZ... We've all had to deal with it. This will be a reflection purely from my point of view. You don't necessarily have to agree with what I say; just appreciate where it's coming from. Normal service will resume on May Day. (By which time I may be yelling that down the ether phone loud and repetitively!)

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Is there any among us who did not express concern about the state of affairs this past year? I am, of course, talking about Worry. It would be fair to say that worry continues.

It would also be correct to state that we are in a protracted period of time where Worry dominates daily life, even if not necessarily manifesting as full-blown anxiety. There are a disturbing number of folk who protest the wearing of masks and lockdown, causing the rest of us quite some worry - but let us also acknowledge that they, in their turn, are worried. Worried about their 'right to mingle' regardless of the community's wider concerns. This is the conundrum of democracy. Let them protest. Just let none of them come anywhere near anyone who doesn't.

In the disUK, at the moment, we are going through an opening up, a release of lockdown. This is the point we were at last June, which only ended up with another surge of the lurgy. There are many, including myself, who will be taking things very cautiously. What is a bit bothersome about it this time around is that there is a sense of safety created by the presence of vaccines. It is concerning because it may be a false barrier. No doubt deaths will be reduced, and hospitalizations lessened... but we only have to look east to see that things are far from under control. India was released from its lockdown far too soon and too quickly, and the price is being paid. The western countries who are faring better are at risk as long as the global view is not taken and assistance to all of earth's residents provided. Of necessity, COVID induced a localised concentration. Now we need to understand that local means global. 

Work; well, that became a worry, didn't it? For those still in employment anyway. For many, work will not be as it was before, even when things start to settle down properly.

No, I can't get away from the Worry Word. Just about everything one reads has an element of worry connected to it. Not least when it is about the governpeeps of the disUK. Really, that Wascally Wabbit, aka Aeh Bee duh Pee Jokes-on, is surely heading for a comedown. One hopes. He's a walking cartoon character who somehow, like the roadrunner, always floats through the worst of disasters. Surely there are only so many lives available??? It's all starting to Wear me out.

Back tomorrow with more Whisperings from the alphabet - nearly finished, though, folks!!!