It has been a working summer, really, with little time for pleasure, especially for Tim and I on our own. Last spring, we saw that the Doobie Brothers were playing outside of Pittsburgh. We talked about covid, but things were so hopeful then, with the vaccine coming out. It just seemed like we were on the edge of coming out the other side of that time.
So we bought tickets. It was an outdoor concert at an arena, and we opted for lawn seating which would allow us to socially distance ourselves.
The concert was on September 4th, and we've been looking forward to it very much.
And now there's the delta variant and we've been waffling back and forth on whether we should go or not. It's three hours away near Pittsburgh, and being an urban area, it's getting harder hit than we are here in podunk. Last night, we finally decided to do it. We'd be sitting outside. We're vaccinated. We decided to wear N95 masks and we would discard them into a zip lock bag to burn when we got home. We could pack a supper picnic.
At breaktime today, I saw an e-mail. The concert is postponed due to a case of covid in their tour personnel.
Disappointing, but sensible.
I texted Tim to let him know, and then I thought about last spring, and how optimistic I was.
In the background, the news reported on the devastation of Hurricane Ida. Made my disappointment seem very small in comparison.