Bonni Brodnick Blog

    This is just part of my traditional turkey collection. I've got everything from a Beanie Baby turkey to the big feathered one that is the anchor to the collection. I try to add on to it every year. And you never know where turkeys will surface. I once found a wonderful triumvirate in a gift shop in the catacombs of Rome. My sister just sent me the following from San Francisco, where she lives:     "Look what I scored at a grocery and hardware store!"'     It's comforting to go up to the attic, bring down the boxes, and carefully unpack them from bubble wrap and tissue paper. I need this comfort right now.     Beyond my collection, right outside the front door, the Covid-19 pandemic is surging. T oday--November 20, 2020--there are 11.8 million cases of Covid in the United States. We've just reached the frightful mark of 252,000 deaths. Governor Cuomo is urging New Yorkers to remain diligent and avoid holiday gatherings and travel.   ...

My heart sunk when I received that text from my daughter. She was making plans to come East from Cincinnati, where she is living. Coronavirus is spiking there, as it is all over the country. U.S. reports a record 153,000 new Covid cases ( today alone , Thursday, 11/13/20). The number of people dying every day from the disease is climbing, too.  We have to try and have a nice holiday. Even if it's Facetime-ing the whole meal with family and friends. What a world we live in. I feel as crazed as the Pilgrim in the postcard below. Chasing the Thanksgiving turkey.  

  Our friend,  French cartoonist BIZ, followed up yesterday's cartoon with this perfect rendering. ByeDON! I actually felt lighter today. Everything was brighter in color, as if I was looking at the world through a different lens. Makes me realize the stress I've had EVERY SINGLE DAY since the day Trump took office. No kidding, every single day the country endured stress from his complete ineptness. Let's just say ... in this lifetime, you never want to be fired from a job and have the whole world  break out in celebration. 

  From our friend Pierre Bizalion, a renowned French cartoonist. Just to show how much the French are involved in our actuality/reality/mishagoss/nonsense.