What does the future hold?
My father said to me many times, “Emma, five years from now you won’t even know this world.” When I was younger, the world did not seem to change much over the years for me and I dismissed his statements as just due to age – that he was resisting change. After all, he resisted the invention of TV, Bic pens and Sweet n Low.
Now that I am in my senor years, the truth of his sagely wisdom has now become a part of my truth as well. The world does seem to change drastically every five years, although slowly at times – and at other times events shift the world on its axis.
Five years ago I was running my shop on Magazine St. in New Orleans, happily teaching creativity classes in art, sewing, embroidery, writing and such. Customers became friends, and I was enjoying my new life in the City that Care Forgot. I became part of the vibe: Mardi Gras; Festivals; The Saints; Hurricane Preparedness. I was living in the back of the shop at the time while my husband Robert stayed behind in Memphis trying to sell our house. That would take another year, then he could retire to our favorite city and join me.
Over the five years between 2015 and 2020, life took some awful turns, dragging me along like a dog stuck to a bumper. Here is a summary of events:
2016 – House in Memphis sells, Robert finally retires to NOLA
2017 – R. has a near-fatal bike accident; xrays reveal cancer
2018 – I close the shop to devote 100% of my time caring for R.
2019 – Robert dies (see other blog posts for this nightmare), I sell the NOLA house and move to Waveland
2020 –I fall from ladder, get bursitis in hip; February, I’m diagnosed with Thyroid cancer; have thyroidectomy, tumor is benign. March, Covid 19 appears and the entire country is shut down; I isolate myself to stay safe.
So here we are in June 2020, and there are riots in many major cities, this virus is still not under control, our infrastructure is falling apart and our President seems unconcerned. Most people are still isolating themselves, trying to stay healthy. Travel is severely limited. Yes, a lot has changed in 5 years.
Many things I have prayed for them to change – like racism. In a hundred years you’d think we had learned something.
Maybe in five years.
I am living over in Waveland, MS, in a small town and a new community, away from family, struggling to make new friends in the midst of a pandemic. Painting and writing and sewing to try and keep myself sane. Then I watch the news and see death, chaos, burning, stealing.
Who would have predicted all this five years ago?
Will things be better five years from now?