A lighter look at random thoughts

 

It is almost the penultimate month of the year and as November beckons, I can't help thinking about this time last year.

I remember at the time, reading a post somewhere that said, 'Don't ask me about next year, I don't have 20/20 vision'. 

Then, I thought it was clever and cute. Now I think, just as well because the words to 'Auld Lang Sang' while ringing in 2020, would've taken on a different meaning and there would not be enough champagne to wash away your 20/20 vision or psychic ability.

One thought led to another and being the original person that I am, I decided to call them random thoughts. And, lucky you, I've decided to share them.

Before 2020, if I saw someone wearing a mask on public transport (apologies to Japanese tourists), I'd think hypochondriac. Now I see someone on public transport without a mask and the air in the thought bubble above my head turns blue.

Before 2020, if someone asked me if I'd like a Corona, I'd say yes please, with a slice of lemon if you have it. Now if someone asked me the same question, I'd give them the death stare, while sucking on a slice of lemon to top up my vitamin C.

Before 2020,  we spoke about three tiered wedding cakes. Now, we speak about three tiered lockdowns. And, unlike wedding cake, no one wants a fourth tier.

Before 2020, if I heard the song YMCA, I thought Village People. Now I hear YMCA and think, Village Idiot.

Before 2020, the word Zoom meant an unofficial measure of speed. Now of course, Zoom means video calls. Alas, to some men of a certain age, Zoom also means multi tasking.

CNN reporter Jeffrey Toobin recently proved that most men simply can't multi task. (I am not going to comment on his surname, even though I am solely tempted to).

Before 2020, Hydroxychloroquin meant I was taking a trip to India and had to swallow those godawful anti-malaria tablets for a whole month.

Now, it brings this to mind...

A month of anti-malarial tablets does not seem so bad now.

Here's another random thought. In Goa, some parents try to compete with each other when giving their poor children original names. One way of doing this, is to combine parts of both the parents' names.

For example, if a Peter and a Mary have a child, they might call it Mapet. Only joking, it's not that bad. They'd probably call it Petry.

This leaves me to wonder, if either 19 years ago or last year, a Conceicao and a David were blessed with a baby and named him Covid. Not beyond the realms of possibility that there is an original Covid-19 somewhere in Goa.

Finally, while most people found the final US Presidential debate a tad boring, I beg to differ. I did learn something. I learnt that Trump is capable of telling the truth.

He did say to Biden, and I quote, I know more about wind than you do. Which, you will agree, is the truth. He is, after all, a vessel for it. 

And here, for your entertainment, is President Windbag, playing his invisible accordion at the debate.

                                   

  Until next time, try and keep it light.