Ooh! Another rainbow post! First one of the year.

–Simon

Tales from Easement Acres
Ooh! Another rainbow post! First one of the year.

–Simon
This post is, indirectly, the intended part 3 of the time period nostalgia review started here. It began under more positive times.
It was supposed to be my decade, in the idolized retro 1950’s way. I had finally achieved a rather decent salary, in fact putting me in the top 17% of Americans–not bad for an Ohio resident/History major. I have my house. I have my family. I have my car. I have my gardens. Possessions might not define the man, but they remain an integral variable in the equation of life’s material existence.
Yet the victory is bittersweet. Not all are so fortunate, and it dampers the elation to see so many of my contemporaries struggling.
Business closures will reduce consumer choice and consolidate markets. Schooling taught from home will hold a generation’s academics behind. Record unemployment will again permanently damage the lifelong earning potential for those impacted. Collapsing equity values will damage retirements.
It was not the hopeful predictions I had planned to write for this installment.
–Simon
I found one of these a year ago, and I’m hoping it’s a promise of things to come once again (I won some award at work around that time, as I recall):

I found it somewhat difficult to find much information on these, aside from a few disjointed websites, but again, the consensus points to a five leaf clover granting both luck and wealth. I can always use an extra helping of both.
–Simon
My Grandmother died, and Coronavirus COVID-19 is officially now a pandemic. These events are, fortunately, unrelated. She died of late-stage dementia.
COVID-19 itself has a low mortality rate, but 3% of the world’s population is a lot of people. Schools have disbanded. Liz and I have been sent home to work. And I’ve lost 15% of my retirement with the stock crash.
Things will no doubt recover. But for posterity, these are bad times.
This is part 2. For part 1, go here.
Ah the 90s. In all honesty, I didn’t much care for them, but that’s because I was a kid and being a kid sucked. Then again, as I discussed in the prior post, nostalgia is part missing something that can never be reclaimed, not simply the state of mind I was in at the time. So, what’s been lost to the annuls of history, or will one day be lost, yet iconic to this decade?
I enlisted Liz’s help for a list (this is not a list post–I hate those). Here’s what we came up with:
I realize now that much of what defined the 90s was the technological advances, specifically the internet; or rather, the calm immediately preceding the technological storm. The 90s was the last truly tangible decade, before the digital world. It wasn’t necessarily disconnected, but the connections were slow. Navigating the world in the 90s was more deliberate and time-consuming. I daresay that it was a simpler time as a result.
–Simon