Where’s my escape hatch? The Tiger King?

escape-hatch-decal-IIHIHIn 2017 Hurricane Harvey gifted us with 12 inches of water in our house and turned our home-life upside down. This was as unexpected as winning the Mega Millions lottery. These things happen to other people we read about in the news. We felt secure in our preparedness and trusting in our house built up out of the flood plain. Even as the water began rising rapidly in the street, we weren’t overly worried. Our risk-averse life was carefully structured to avoid these kinds of disasters. 

Ha-ha-ha … guess what … turns out we were wrong — nature had the last laugh.

How did we cope? Of course we did all the things you might expect, and just got on with it. Tore out sheet rock, called insurance adjusters, hired contractors, etc. etc. That was more how we managed it rather than how we coped with it.

We coped with it by having a wide network of support from people who were spared by Hurricane Harvey. They invited us into their homes for a home-cooked meal that didn’t come from a microwave in our upstairs bathroom. They offered us a quiet bedroom where we could escape from the industrial dryers running 24×7 in our downstairs. They opened up their kitchen to let us cook all our weird vegetarian food, leave stuff in their fridge, and even bravely joined us in eating it. They created bright spots on our calendar by hosting birthday celebrations and family dinners.

They gave us an escape hatch from the worry, exhaustion and all consuming drain on our energies during this rebuild period. We had a place to go to where life was normal. Where people talked about normal things, handed out Halloween candy on October 31st, decorated for Thanksgiving in November, followed by Christmas in December. It was an oasis we treasured and for which we will always be grateful.

As I wake up on this colder than expected rainy morning, I’m looking for an escape hatch from the virus dominated reality we’re living in today. I can’t go anywhere, look at anything online or talk to anyone without the virus intruding. Unlike Harvey, we’ve all been hit, across the globe. Friends on all continents are facing the same intrusions.

I long to go somewhere, or at least think that somewhere might exist, where life is carrying on as normal. Where people are planning family Easter brunches and Easter egg hunts. Where high school seniors are worrying their parents about after-prom parties. Where engaged couples are addressing their invitations for summer weddings. Where families are booking vacation trips when school lets out. Where the April 15th tax deadline is looming large and the Leisure section of the paper is full of spring festival announcements.  I cannot escape to any of these places. They’ve all been suspended until we don’t know when.

I did however visit a crazy world this week where nothing reminded me of the pandemic. For the duration of a mini-series episode, I was pulled so far away from anything I could imagine possible, that I temporarily suspended all consciousness of our current reality.

This show is ridiculous, whacky and nothing I would ever waste my time watching under normal circumstances. It includes exotic animals, polygamy, murder-for-hire, revenge, wanna-be country singer, suicide, and more. However, these are not normal circumstances. This show is not even close to what the Netflix algorithm would ever recommend to me — not by a long shot. 

Yes, I know it’s shocking, but I watched a couple of episodes of the Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem and Madness, at the prompting of my daughter this week. This new Netflix series has exploded into the streaming world just as the “Stay At Home” orders were issued in the US. Is this being seen outside the US too? If so, I apologize for also polluting your internet experience. But it does seem as if there is an appetite for it right now. Maybe you’re already secretly watching it?

In the last episode, the gay big cat breeder marries two guys in a 3-way ceremony and it turns out the two guys he marries are straight. You get the idea. It’s bad. I’m embarrassed, but it definitely qualifies as a temporary escape hatch. It’s a place I can go to and forget everything. 

I’m even looking forward to the next episode tonight. What am I going to do when I get to the last one? I will think less of myself, I’m sure of that, but it will have been worth it for the reprieve. I might even have to reconsider my snobbish stance on “The Bachelor” or my boycott of the British Bakeoff (or whatever it’s called).

Advice most welcome…



3 thoughts on “Where’s my escape hatch? The Tiger King?

  1. Marlene Shields April 4, 2020 / 3:58 pm

    Aw. My sister and I watch Turner Classic Movies for our escape. We recorded Ginger Rogers in Bachelor Mom for our evening entertainment. Nothing like 1939 censorship to remove your troubles.

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  2. Tina April 4, 2020 / 4:19 pm

    Really you are watching that show. I heard all the hype but not yet watched it. i am still the fervent sci-fi addict. But i will confess have been watching a 30 minute comedy show in these times “Raising Hope”, it has made me laugh. And in these times that has been helpful.

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    • lynnmorstead April 4, 2020 / 4:22 pm

      I’ll give “Raising Hope” a try too! All the best. Ugh


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