Howdy, folks, remember me? My last post was in January. Anything interesting happen in the interim? Yeah.
After making my last post in mid-January, I was prepping for a large production (typically, my largest of the year), scheduled to take place in Santa Clara, CA, in April.
Late February/early March found site visits and preparations proceeding apace. That is, until March 6, when the first Covid-related death was reported in Santa Clara County. (It’s since been learned there were two prior deaths, but at the time March 6 was considered “the beginning” for Silicon Valley.)
Thus began a huge, massive— and I’ve come to hate this word— pivot.
Pivot, here, translates to “mad fucking scramble” as new virtual platforms had to be created, booking fees contested (or shifted to later dates), and the whole nine yards, as we say on the gridiron of life.
Then, of course, The Thing began to spread and affect other areas of the country, starting with the major metropolitan areas, within one of which I reside. As entertainment, hospitality, and dining began to be slapped around, other “areas of interest” in my business life became “severely impacted” as they say in business-speak. So, another mad fucking scramble.
April saw— surprise!— a hack that took down my access to 90% of my ancillary accounts, some big and others small, including this one, and this blog. But who has time for solving that mess when you’re in existential crisis mode?
Certainly not me.
Summer was approaching and another large production, this one in Europe, was endangered (ok, let’s call it dead), but at least the mad fucking scramble… um, lessons… of Spring would begin to pay dividends as we no longer had to reinvent the wheel, just simply re-skin it (so to speak).
Finally, in July and August, I was able to spend some time attempting to claw back some of the damage that had occurred during the hack. Most of the odds and ends were back online and functioning by September, the timing of which was at cross-purposes with a third production, this one scheduled for the Fall.
By now, I’d gotten a handle on how to maneuver my production efforts in a virtual space, but the other, local, businesses I’m involved with were still suffering, along with many of my clients, and they all deserved attention.
By the time we make it through Fall and into the Holiday Season, I’m pretty well— what’s the word?— exhausted.
I’ve taken the month of December as mainly “down time,” which coincided with my daughter, C., having some down time of her own from virtual schoolwork. So that’s been nice.
And here we are on the last day of the year. It’s been a wild ride, one for the books. (Perhaps one for a book-burning.)
I’ve played backgammon, of course, none of which has been in-person unless with immediate family, but that seems small and inconsequential (though a welcomed diversion at times) when compared to the headache, heartbreak, and havoc that was 2020.
In many ways— most, probably— we were very, very fortunate. Our health held, for the most part; we’d previously created a wonderful indoor/outdoor environment for cocooning in through the pandemic; our businesses, both mine and those of my wife, have survived to-date (knock on wood) mainly intact (if with slight limps); both my wife, B., and I have learned invaluable lessons (and skills); we’ve been able to spend abundant time with our very witty and arty daughter, C. (who has adapted to the pandemic better than most adults I know, despite being a recently-turned teenager); and, lastly, unlike so many unfortunate others, we have made it through to the other side.
So here’s to 2021 and eventually getting back on track. Vaccines, travel, in-person play, a resumption of somewhat normalized business. I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
We’re all hoping it’s not a train.
Happy New Year to all, and the best of health to you and yours.