Rings, Bells

I have sometimes

‘Worn rings on my fingers, but never bells on my toes,

and obviously, never made music wherever “I goes,”

Instead,

Apparently, “wherever “I goes” sometimes invokes controversy.

The latest discord is due to our archenemy, the dreaded Covid.

Living in a residence of 129 over 50’s, some quite a bit further advanced in life from that number, I am admittedly, a bit rigid about possible Covid exposure.

Consequently, I have recently canceled a long awaited social event.

Since the end of summer is now on the horizon and cold weather looms, I planned an ice cream event inviting a quite small group of friends and neighbors.

This morning one of the honored guests informed me she planned a humanitarian visit to a current Covid patient the day before the function.

While my charitable friend feels she will take all the necessary precautions, I am quite distressed . Consequently, I made a difficult decision and have now canceled the party.

Having been a Covid victim once and losing several precious years of life in isolation, I now believe it is not only a precaution but a responsibility to postpone the event. I will also isolate myself from contact with my beloved friend for five days after her choice of contact.

Although I desperately fear the risk the loss of a vital friendship, and regret being so adamant, this time I am inflexible.

However, I am also left questioning if there is any justification for my unusual determination and reaction.

Or have I fallen off the road called caution into the cauldron of fear?

And I do so wish I was making music rather than discord.