It’s been a weird week. Princess Diana’s kid got married and Osama Bin Laden died, and both seemed like anti-climaxes. The happy couple had been dating for eons; weren’t they kind of married already? My first reaction to the Bin Laden news was, “He was still alive?” I hear he used a woman as a human shield. Classy to the end. Also, President Obama made fun of Donald Trump to his face at the Press Dinner; that was new, Democrats fighting back. There are these huge political and social changes going on, and they seem . . . normal. It’s as if we’ve been in the middle of cataclysmic events for four years and now nothing is certain, nothing stays the same, that’s just the way things are, that’s normal, so if Atlantis suddenly rose, all I’d think would be, “So that’s where that was. Huh.”
My theory is that we instinctively seek a new normal. (It’s the only thing I love about Microsoft Word, that little box that pops up now and then that says, “Do you want to keep the new normal?”) If peace and quiet is the normal, we’re shattered when events are violent and change is rapid. If violence and rapid change are normal, we’re uneasy with peace and quiet. Whatever happens, we adapt to the new normal and go on with our everyday lives. Lani has to be picked up at the airport. Lyle needs his subq. Will and Kate got married. If I don’t get a haircut pretty soon, they’re going to start calling me Grizzly Adams. We have ants in the second floor kitchen and mice in the first floor kitchen. Bin Laden got killed. I have to do something about the weeds in the flagstone. I have to do heartworm and flea prevention today, or the ants and the mice will have company. Trump got pwned. Also Argh needs a post because we’re at 176 comments on the last one. It all feels normal. Huge change ends in a big “Huh.”
Of course, that could just be me. How are you all doing with the new normal?