The Sun, the Moon and the Fault in My Stars

Aug 21, 2017 | 2 comments

Sometimes you just can’t catch a break.  Or so it seems.  Here we are, still at the hospital, still looking for answers to Nyel’s multiple heart problems.  Still hopeful.

And, here it is the Day of the Eclipse with all the super-hype about to become history.  Portland is eerily quiet. For days, according to all reports, there has been very little traffic.  It feels like the city has emptied out — all headed to Prineville, no doubt, which is less than three hours away.  That seems to have been the go-to destination for weeks now for the the hordes and masses here in Oregon.

The hospital, itself, is on Red Alert status – well, that’s my take on it.  The fact of the matter is that all elective surgeries and procedures that might require emergency personnel are on hold.  As one of only two Level One Trauma Centers in the State of Oregon, Emanuel is poised for whatever medical disasters might be coming its way.  With upwards of half-a-million (some say a million) people converging only miles away in “the pathway of totality” (who dreams up these buzzwords anyway?), the hospital is at the ready for the worst possible scenario.

More than one staff member here has mentioned that the feeling is reminiscent of Y2K when predictions were for the end of the world as we knew it.  I don’t know about Fake News but I certainly have felt disgusted by the Hype News – then and now!

Meanwhile… yesterday, when I went to the parking garage to get something out of my car – my less than two-months-old car, mind you – I found that I had a dead battery.  No apparent reason.  All locked up as I left it a few days ago.  What the hell?  Since we are likely to be here until the eclipse excitement has died down, I’ve decided to wait a a day or two to call Triple A.

I wanted to blame the eclipse, of course, but I couldn’t quite connect the dots.  It wasn’t a quantum leap, though, from sun and moon to stars, and from blame and fault to myself.

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III}

Bottom line – I’ll take 16th century Shakespeare over 21st century News Hype any eclipse of the moon!

 

2 Comments

  1. Mary Lyons

    I don’t know if this applies, but I read recently that the new Subarus need to be driven daily in order to keep their smaller-than-usual batteries charged. Hope your days ahead get easier and luckier!

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    • sydney

      Wow! We hadn’t heard that! I’ll do a little research. If true, that’s a huge design flaw as far as I’m concerned. Our goal is to drive less not more, especially now that we’ve elected to give up a dual-fuel car in favor of the safety features of the Forester. Also, it certainly shouldn’t be a ‘well-kept secret’ as it appears to be…

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