My little transistor radio I used to listen to the morning news, and the headline that shouts announcements from the same station.
At the beginning of every week, I look forward to the first local news report from our hometown radio station.
Well, I used to look forward to it.
I can’t remember exactly when I started to dread it, when I noticed a dark cloud coming over me, but it didn’t take long to figure it out. It was when the newscaster repeated the same phrase over and over and over. And over.
COVID-19, he said. Many, many, MANY times.
I tried to tell myself that surely one of his colleagues or friends or listeners would let him know about it. There were so many other ways to get the news about *that* out without repeating the same thing. But each day I was disappointed, and I could barely make it through a broadcast without wanting to run outside into traffic.
Besides, maybe someone had told him. And maybe he didn’t care, or he had to do it because the powers that be told him to. Maybe he didn’t write his own copy, and he didn’t like it anymore than I did.
I still don’t know the answer to any of that, but here’s what happened Friday. During the first story of the morning, That Phrase was used nine times in just over a minute. During a segment about senior citizen delivered noon meals, it was mentioned once. A Chamber of Commerce piece mentioned it, along with “pandemic”, then a segment on the Thomson Prison included three mentions, plus “pandemic” again. Oh, and one more: in a piece about the popcorn sales at our local theater and their monetary donations to the food bank, well, there it was again – once.
I checked my watch and saw that between 6:32 a.m. and 6:51 a.m., COVID-19 was mentioned 15 times. No wonder I was barely hanging on.
I’m writing this on Saturday morning, and my discomfort about this whole thing was starting to fade – until I read the Saturday comics. This whole *thing* has worked its way into everything. No matter where we turn, It’s there. Then you go to a place where you hope to get a laugh and a little relief, and, well, how about that? It’s permeated the comics. Yes, indeed. Dagwood, talking bears, little girls wearing face masks – you name it, there it is.
How are we supposed to escape this? Where can we turn? If I listen to my favorite country station, the ads bring it up, it’s come up in country songs (Six Feet Apart), the radio hosts talk about it.
I’ve changed a few things in order to avoid the nonstop babble. I record most of the TV I watch. I listen to ad-free country music on Comcast. I have a playlist that is nothing but 101 songs played on a loop. Or, I take a nap and dream about a world before everything went sideways.
Books are another escape. I’m reading several at the moment, and along with my playlist, I can be in the world but not a part of the madness.
I’m not an ostrich. I don’t stick my head in the sand and ignore what’s going on around me. But this has gone on long enough. It’s done enough damage to my peace of mind, to once-close relationships and friendships, to the people I still love even though we no longer speak. This awful turn of events has, in some cases, done irreparable damage with the time it’s taken from loved ones that they will never, ever get back.
So, I think – no, I know – that on Monday, I won’t be tuning in to the local radio station. I like to think that I know when to stop walking into a situation I know to be harmful to me. I hope you do, too.
Margi
Saturday, June 6, 2020