Saturday, June 20, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Rough Ride These Days
Starting in January of 2020, a deadly virus appeared in China. Bats, we are told, are the reason.
We are in a voluntary quarantine situation. For weeks they tell us. We are devoted to living in a cocoon stage, hoping we are alive to enjoy our butterfly days. I think it will take months.
The deaths begin, the sick and the exposed are spreading it and it spreads like wildfire. The government leaders cope as best they can and in time the virus, called Corona-19 begins to become subdued, in Wuhan China, the original source.
But it is almost April and we, in the U.S. are trying not to panic. We, in spite of a heavy political season, are looking at the bigger picture. We are helping each other. We are following the guidelines. We are listening to the Health Officials and trying to overlook our President's comments. He, unfortunately, is not capable of handling this "war" as he calls it. Wants us to agree with him that he is "a war president." He also is proud of how well the economy was doing under his leadership, so he is allowing the urgency of the medical pandemic to take a back seat in his mind. He honestly cannot help it. He is not a politician, he is a self-absorbed businessman. Afraid of losing profits.
Funny thing is: These are the days I have always enjoyed the most. These "act of God days," as they used to be called when nature sends something your way like snow or ice or floods and you cannot do anything outside the home. Scheduled events were hanging helplessly on doors and calendars.
There was always something peaceful to me when we were forced to stay in our homes. I especially liked it when the boys were little. No schedules to follow, appointments to keep. No outside interference whatsoever.
But, of course, we never had anything like this Covid-19 where you couldn't even go out for a meal or a mall walk.
I still appreciate the forced "family time." Perhaps it has to do with the way I was raised. We moved so often (my brother and I never enjoyed a single house we could call home.) that any friends we managed to make were gone in the blink of an eye it seemed.
Family was all we could ever count on. Family never let us down. Family could be trusted and they never talked behind your back. Honestly, that is the reason we want to be buried as close to our mother and father as we can. I feel so strongly about this that it brings me to tears if I even think of leaving them alone in the cemetery. They were our "home."
These days, with our marvelous technology, I can check in with family electronically any time I want. No fear, no anxiety. Just a hello and how are you?
We are expecting a great-grandchild any day now, and that's a bit of a worry. Everything seems to be going well, but New York has stopped even the new father from entering the mother's room....so, no great nor grand peeking at the little one. Strange it seems. Wondering when we get to hold the little tyke, maybe never.
We went out this morning, 3/27/20, and walked around the "open space" park. Cold and windy down by the water, but nice to feel the wind on your face. 37 degrees. a tad too cold for us.
I emailed my children, grandchildren, sister, her children and several have answered. Just hoping to hear how their families are coping with this Pandemic. They are all so capable of handling their lives. I am proud to know them.
I am also proud to live on the same planet as Governor Andrew Cuomo of New York State. He talks to the nation every day and gives us his all. His honesty and heart are showing every time he speaks. He explains the situation without letting his ego lead the way, the way our President does.
I didn't mean to sound political, but I think his attitude and actions are killing us off instead of helping and protecting us. President sounds too pompous for what he really is: The presiding officer of our nation. A humble leader with a giving heart. A helpful soul putting himself and his desires last.
Loving parents know how to do that and they do it without thinking. When we burst out of our cocoons, let us remember
and select our leaders accordingly.
We are in a voluntary quarantine situation. For weeks they tell us. We are devoted to living in a cocoon stage, hoping we are alive to enjoy our butterfly days. I think it will take months.
The deaths begin, the sick and the exposed are spreading it and it spreads like wildfire. The government leaders cope as best they can and in time the virus, called Corona-19 begins to become subdued, in Wuhan China, the original source.
But it is almost April and we, in the U.S. are trying not to panic. We, in spite of a heavy political season, are looking at the bigger picture. We are helping each other. We are following the guidelines. We are listening to the Health Officials and trying to overlook our President's comments. He, unfortunately, is not capable of handling this "war" as he calls it. Wants us to agree with him that he is "a war president." He also is proud of how well the economy was doing under his leadership, so he is allowing the urgency of the medical pandemic to take a back seat in his mind. He honestly cannot help it. He is not a politician, he is a self-absorbed businessman. Afraid of losing profits.
Funny thing is: These are the days I have always enjoyed the most. These "act of God days," as they used to be called when nature sends something your way like snow or ice or floods and you cannot do anything outside the home. Scheduled events were hanging helplessly on doors and calendars.
There was always something peaceful to me when we were forced to stay in our homes. I especially liked it when the boys were little. No schedules to follow, appointments to keep. No outside interference whatsoever.
But, of course, we never had anything like this Covid-19 where you couldn't even go out for a meal or a mall walk.
I still appreciate the forced "family time." Perhaps it has to do with the way I was raised. We moved so often (my brother and I never enjoyed a single house we could call home.) that any friends we managed to make were gone in the blink of an eye it seemed.
Family was all we could ever count on. Family never let us down. Family could be trusted and they never talked behind your back. Honestly, that is the reason we want to be buried as close to our mother and father as we can. I feel so strongly about this that it brings me to tears if I even think of leaving them alone in the cemetery. They were our "home."
These days, with our marvelous technology, I can check in with family electronically any time I want. No fear, no anxiety. Just a hello and how are you?
We are expecting a great-grandchild any day now, and that's a bit of a worry. Everything seems to be going well, but New York has stopped even the new father from entering the mother's room....so, no great nor grand peeking at the little one. Strange it seems. Wondering when we get to hold the little tyke, maybe never.
We went out this morning, 3/27/20, and walked around the "open space" park. Cold and windy down by the water, but nice to feel the wind on your face. 37 degrees. a tad too cold for us.
I emailed my children, grandchildren, sister, her children and several have answered. Just hoping to hear how their families are coping with this Pandemic. They are all so capable of handling their lives. I am proud to know them.
I am also proud to live on the same planet as Governor Andrew Cuomo of New York State. He talks to the nation every day and gives us his all. His honesty and heart are showing every time he speaks. He explains the situation without letting his ego lead the way, the way our President does.
I didn't mean to sound political, but I think his attitude and actions are killing us off instead of helping and protecting us. President sounds too pompous for what he really is: The presiding officer of our nation. A humble leader with a giving heart. A helpful soul putting himself and his desires last.
Loving parents know how to do that and they do it without thinking. When we burst out of our cocoons, let us remember
and select our leaders accordingly.
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