Now, I did quite a bit of globe-trekking in the Before Time, yet it doesn’t much matter to me whether I get those oysters in Miami, New Orleans, Marseille, Seattle, LA, or right here in Austin. I just want to sit at a table in a restaurant and mow those suckers down. Oh, how I do miss oysters.
And before you think, “Why don’t you quit whining and learn to make ’em yourself?” allow me to politely invite you to shuck all the way off. I got shaky-ass hands and with ’em, I’d have sliced off six fingers before the main course. Besides, although I miss oysters, I mostly miss people.
Yes, I’m one of those people that covid could kill, so nearly a year ago my calendar emptied completely. Due to the peculiarities of my own health (chronic asthma and a primary immunodeficiency), I haven’t felt comfortable around people in 357 days, even at a distance or while wearing a mask. So I just … didn’t. I stayed home, and by doing so, I went away.
I miss having plans and the possibilities that accompanied them. I miss my friends, my family, the city of Austin, and this great big beautiful space-rock we call home, which I once explored breathlessly back when the future was merely elusive and not untouchable.
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