May is here, yet 2020 seems less Spring Forward and more spring back, as ‘in horror.’ As we sit and wait and wonder how it all will end, inappropriate it may well be to share a new love that on its surface seems so frivolous -- and, well, underneath it too.
“Rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic” has always been a favorite metaphor, not its message of futility and weary resignation, but because I think it’s a great idea. For aren’t we all on that boat, set sail at birth, and isn’t there an iceberg out there waiting for each of us?
So would I counter that you do what you can with what you have — plump the cushions, find some lovely dishes and make lunch, as time allows. It was late last year that I succumbed to majolica fever, long before the current dread. For the epidemiology of this affliction, contagion to cure, click here. From mid-March -- so very long ago.