Well…gosh darn. Lost in space since March 2020…when we were advised the last direct flight from Tokyo to Denver was about to occur. Get on board or find another way home. Haven’t you heard? There’s a worldwide pandemic, killing millions, spreading around the globe, odds are you’re going to die. Game over, tilt, final round.
Now wait, everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. Hmmm. Its time to suit up. Game time. Pay the $1000.00 in flight change fees, get on board and don’t look up. Don’t get close to anything, don’t touch anyone, follow the footsteps laid out on the floor. Keep your distance while checking in and boarding, then sit next to each other on the plane. Makes total sense to me.
Arriving in Tokyo we notice the shops are closed, the terminals are empty. Gee, wonder whats going on? As the leg to Denver is making its approach, the United Team plays “Will I see you in September”? As it turned out not.
Now here we are March 2023. 36 months later. I could have fathered 3 children, served a military enlistment, or finished grad school. For some becoming an obese alcoholic was more appealing. Speaking of being an alcoholic, its no laughing matter. It requires much thought and effort. The endless trips to the liquor store, carrying out the empty bottles, taking inventory to make sure you don’t run out. Let alone the expense involved. As the elevator door opened and a man entered carrying a bucket full of empty liquor bottles, I said, “wow, did you drink all that”? And now its all gone. Finished, caput. Bummer. Have to start all over again.
So please reply. How did you spend the last 3 years. Did you father or mother children, join the military, finish grad school, become obese or an alcoholic? Have an extra couple of minutes? Yogi would like to know. Yes, finally, someone wants to hear from you. And will actually listen. Post your comments below or send to: Yogiferris@proton.me.
“If you’re trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down on you anyhow. And if you’re trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.”
My new mantra. Give it to God and go play
I like it Laura – Give it to God….and go play. All makes sense so much easier. Love you more.
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Yogi! I spent the last several years
(Covid years) being a sheeple..never again for me! I was duped!!
As were all of us Brother…We grew up in a different time zone.
Blessings we’re still intact. Love you more.
That was a good one. However you forgot to mention the old folks that can’t remember what they did yesterday, let alone 3 years in passing.
So true Sister….so true. Love you more.
Well my brother you know my story everything same same just no travel to the land of smiles so back to our lo do family catching up with loved ones and back to work. So more of the same with big smiles on my face happy to the yo is back to the blog. Happy to call you my family thanks for the share. L y m
Thank you Brother….love you more.
Yes, Yogi, I had the same thoughts when visiting Thailand during the last 3 months.
Where have all the worries gone?
I remember, 3 years ago people would not shake hands because of fear of infecting themselfs.
now some people wear no masks in public places, like airports and aeroplanes, others people wear mask even riding on their motorbikes on a country road. Everbody seem to have their own theory of wearing masks.
What happened during those 3 years?
I think people just lived on. Those who wanted to drink drunk.
To father or to mother, it is a matter of the hormons not of covid restrictions. After all, people have not learned from covid restrictions.
They have forgotten alredy what happened and live on like nothing hapened.
The world must go on.
Thanks for your share Wolfgang. I too see the same here in Panama – some walking the beach with no one around, fresh sea breeze and a mask. Rare but still out there. Men bumping fists or elbows. We’re afraid to touch each other. If someone sneezes, all go running. Yogi