The White Squirrel

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​THE WHITE SQUIRREL

      Today on this beautiful September morning I took my daily once (or sometimes twice - this morning it was twice) around the block.

     With the country on fire over the death of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg and how her seat on the Supreme Court will be filled,

​...I found myself instead worrying over the fire still burning up the West Coast,

...and the smoky air going into the lungs of my sister who lives in Portland and my grandchildren who live in Los Angeles.
      I ruminated over the COVID-19 epidemic still keeping me apart from those I love and nowhere near abating yet.

    And I thought about all the people along the Gulf Coast who were once again suffering in the aftermath of yet another monster hurricane.

     I wondered how the Administration that is supposed to be administering to the well-being of our country could continue to plug up its ears to the admonition of every medical expert in the world while almost 1,000 people still die every day in this country from COVID-19, and to the warnings of every climate scientist on the planet while our coastlines burn and drown before our eyes.
      I thought of the Bible verse Luke 16:27-31, in which the rich man burning in hell asks Abraham to let him come back from the dead to warn his brothers to change their careless, greedy ways. Abraham replies that the man's brothers have the prophets, and if they won't heed the words of the prophets then  they wouldn't listen even if someone rose from the dead.
     In the midst of all these sober mullings I caught sight of something scampering across a front yard.
       It was a white squirrel.
      I thought I must have scared him because he headed for the nearest tree and ran high up into the branches.

     But then he settled on a lower branch, 

...turned to me,

...and smiled.

     Or at least he looked like he was smiling.
    I immediately called my sister to tell her about the smiling white squirrel. She googled "white squirrel" and read that these little apparitions are quite rare, and that the odds of seeing one are 1 in 100,000. She also learned that in mythology a white squirrel is a good omen and seeing  one  means that change is coming and so one should be ready for it.
       I'm so ready.

Reference:
https://www.statista.com/statistics/1109281/covid-19-daily-deaths-compared-to-all-causes/