The Rose

Omicron is scaring people.

I understand the phenomenon  only too well

But  I’m being visited again by that vague uneasy feeling in my gut 

The one that waved that flag about lockdown 

And the horrible, horrible isolation, lockdown brought with it.

My family was due to get together on Christmas Day. 

Despite lateral flow tests and pragmatic plans one sister will not be there.which is a shame even though it’s understandable.

Luckily she lives in the same town as my elder sister so visiting both will be possible on the day

But omicron has left a nasty taste in the mouth 

Similar to that low level anxiety turbulence gives you on a transatlantic flight

Or that snow storm when you a driving home on a Sunday night in the dark.

Choir is meeting back on zoom tomorrow night and I will be there before I go to work. 

And I’m still wanting to go to the Liverpool Philharmonic on Thursday night although am awaiting discussion with a friend to confirm.

Other planned meets with other friends have been poisoned and cancelled 

and I’m facing four days off work after my nights potentially with nothing to do.

A lovely colleague from work has just messaged with an invitation to a get together and prioritising my family meet means that I have had to decline the offer 

I just hate feeling that we are all walking backwards again.

I hate it .

But we have to be pragmatic and flexible don’t we? 

No need for tantrums ….that’s not going to make the hospital scan be organised any quicker even though it may be cathartic in the short term to yell at the woman in the Santa hat sitting on reception.

Yet again we all have to hike up our bra straps and pulls those tits up to attention

And get on with things.

I’ve just texted Gorgeous Dave  with the suggestion of a walk instead of a pub visit on Christmas Eve

Pottery may be quiet on Wednesday and I may be able to finish my spoons off in a deserted corner by the kiln 

It’s past  2 am .and so far we are having a peaceful night all told

So different to the one we slogged through last night for sure.

God were we all knackered this morning.

In the office , our nurses’ Christmas tree is surrounded by secret Santa gifts and it feels hopeful and positive and above Ive posted the village Male Voice Choir singing Bette Midler’s The Rose 

I remember seeing her live the song in a performance at Radio City New York around a decade ago.

She was quite the old trouper even back then.

I feel like that old trouper somewhat tonight. 

I bit jaded with omicron, 

A bit disappointed with more cancellations and plans changed

But buoyed up by Middler’s last verse chutzpah 

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.