I was introduced to the Holderness family early in
the pandemic. I love most of the parodies
that I have seen. As of now I relate to
this one the most:
I was introduced to the Holderness family early in
the pandemic. I love most of the parodies
that I have seen. As of now I relate to
this one the most:
Before
we were given the stay-at-home order, Roland and I had ordered some tiles to
finish the kitchen and change out the carpet in the bathrooms. We had asked about toilet removal and were
told that the contractors worked together and NOTHING would stop the
production. I think maybe COVID could .
. .
picture from https://www.familyhandyman.com/list/100-home-repairs-you-can-do-yourself
We
do have two bathrooms and so would be able to use the one that wasn’t being worked
on. Still it seemed unpredictable. We didn’t feel good about it. Especially after Lowes called to say they had
received half the order and they would deliver it. Um . . . no.
We want the whole order. None of
this waiting around for what MIGHT or MIGHT NOT happen. We cancelled the order and said we would try
again once COVID had ended (because by that time the Stay-at-home order had
gone into effect – and though we
would have liked to support the employment of those in need of finances
seriously how would the crew be able to social distance in our bathroom? Our entire house isn’t that big.)
It seemed a good time for road construction and many home projects but NOT the toilet. I see pictures that have been posted by friends who grew gardens and added rooms and decks and landscape and what have you. But every time I see a toilet I cringe thinking of all the time we may have waited for delivery and installation and possibly been without a second toilet – never mind the toilet paper.
Today
was supposed to be ward conference.
Though
we were initially scheduled to return on July 26
Circumstances
have changed and we have not
Been
able to attend
Last
night the stake secretary provided a message
A
virtual recording which I watched this morning.
It
was only six and a half minutes long.
Short
but powerful.
The
message was on the parable of the Sower and
Compared
this time to the seeds represented and
Which
ones we will choose to be
We all need Hope
Hope that we can attend church
without worry about coming in
contact or spreading coronavirus
Hope that schools will be
in session as they were before
where our children can play together
without Plexiglas dividers and social distancing
Hope that one day we will be able
to go out in public without having
to wear a mask
Hope that we can learn from history
and not erase anything and
everything we might find offensive
so that we may learn
Hope that we can provide for our families
and not have to choose between
having to leave the house in order to provide
or staying home in order to keep safe
Hope that all of us will learn that we
are not really free if we are not safe
Hope that we will not have to watch
loved ones stumble and fall.
Hope that the persecutions
and judgement may stop
Hope that we may return
to our better selves.
kfr
I hear different stories about
athletics – which sports
are open, which ones should be open, which ones should not open . . . there are
athletes who would like to return to playing – they’re bored! They miss playing. Some have returned but without an audience – but they are
still at risk in my opinion.
Since the pandemic started I have heard “I am not going to hole up for the rest of my life – I am not going to die hiding out . . . If I am going to go anyway, I’m going to be doing something I love . . . “ But is it worth it really? Getting the cornavirus will not mean you will die – at least not right away. You could be in the hospital for two weeks to six months and not be allowed visitation. You may show no symptoms whatsoever. You may be hooked up to oxygen for the rest of your life. Is it worth the gamble to play one last game of football or golf?
Was getting the modeling job for Lucky
Strikes worth throat cancer for Janet Sackman? (see here) Was
receiving that final text really worth taking your eyes off the road? How about that one last drink that put you
behind bars because your reflexes wouldn’t allow you to break before killing
someone?
I wonder how the athlete, movie star,
or any other celebrity will react when it happens to them. Was the risk worth it?
I remember my brother scouring the
city for hand sanitizer back in April.
He finally managed to get some (I don’t know if it was an online order or
how he obtained it –it was not a
brand he recognized) but he said it had a really foul odor that came with it. I
was reminded of this when we were in New York and my daughter-in-law had
offered me some sanitizer “if
I could stand the smell” I can’t smell and so do not know how stinky
it was/is.
I was watching the news yesterday and
learned that there were far too many hand sanitizers on the market which are
harmful to the body. It made me question
the safety of the sanitizer that different family members had purchased. Check the label. Stay safe.
Yesterday I shared a memory on facebook. The photo was dated 2003 and therefore my memory was seventeen years old. My first thought was: Holy Cow! I didn’t believe I had been on facebook that long. I hadn’t. Six hours after I shared the post I went back to it. Nevermind that facebook hadn’t existed yet (or at least to the public) but the baby in the photo wasn’t even born until the following year that the post was dated. I had not joined facebook until a few years before we moved to West Valley. I had joined just before Jenna turned five. The dates were wrong.
I
had obviously not checked. So often fires
are created on social media and spread information that may be true or may only
contain truth. There’s a
difference. My name, for instance, is
NOT LaTiesha Cannon Romaro. If you
examine the photo you will find my real identity.
Check
your sources. Share truth.
I’ve seen memory posts about walking Jenna to preschool and kindergarten – some comments about those who cried when they had to leave their child. I didn’t cry when we lived in Kearns. I did when we moved to West Valley. Jenna was still in kindergarten in a school that wasn’t academically challenging. She would cry as we walked to the bus stop and I would cry when I turned around to come home.
Rather than torture us both by returning her to that elementary school I put her in a dual immersion program (here). I cried again when she started sixth grade in Oregon and no longer a part of dual immersion. This year it doesn’t seem to matter if she stayed with dual immersion or not. This year has been tough.
I may have mentioned that I signed her
up for online schooling which will start by the end of this month. She would
rather be with her friends – but she won’t be happy with the new environment that
is part of the school curriculum. When the schools closed in March and she had
online learning she really wasn’t challenged.
I’m sure the district did the best they could with the resources they
had – working harder than when the students were in school. I think Oregon Charter Academy will be a
better fit for her at this time.
Anyway we were contacted yesterday to
submit her transcript. The person I had
to talk to was out of the office and so I left a message and said I would email
her the request. I told her how much I
have enjoyed the district but with this odd year I think it best not to
continue though the online learning they have available may be better than what
was offered in April and May – but I don’t know. I just felt this other option was the way to
go.
She returned my email with a reply for
my kind words and Jenna’s transcript which I forwarded to the principal of
Oregon Charter Academy. There are still tears in my eyes as I write this as it
feels so permanent. She has two years
left. I don’t know if she’ll return to
South Umpqua or not. And it hurts.
In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints we are taught that we existed before we came to earth. Our Heavenly Father had presented a plan for each of us to experience life on earth. Lucifer wanted to represent each of us in returning us home safely. He wanted to make heaven great again. He also wanted all of the glory. Jehovah said he thought it would be better if we made our own choices and exercised our free agency. 2/3 of God’s children supported Jehovah’s plan while the other third didn’t want to make choices or think for themselves. They weren’t Republicans necessarily because the Republican Party did not exist at that time (listen here)
I find it interesting that the ones who followed Jesus wanted to make choices and exercise a free agency that we probably didn’t even understand – just as many Trump supporters don’t seem to understand now. They read his tweets and take his words as golden truth but fail to actually listen to the man. Seriously. How could a person watch him speak and genuinely believe he knows what he’s talking about? HE DOESN’T! He is such an overgrown self-centered child!
When I read through posts of others who seem to worship and idolize him I just shake my head with disbelief. Some of these are people I love. I can’t understand the method to their madness. I often wonder if that is how I felt towards my brothers and sisters who decided to follow Satan. On June 23 I wrote this post which has been in my draft box ever since.
I don’t know which is
worse, the coronavirus or the stupidity of some individuals who seem to make it
hard for everybody else. I heard on the news that Paris and Spain (wasn’t
France and Spain or Paris and Madrid. Two different sources – one using
the capital and the other mentioned by country) have just barely gone into
phase one. Now these are other countries that had the virus before the US
did. Why did the United States feel superior to open in phases long
before countries who were hit before? Too many believing the numbers
given are a hoax. There is no way that US would have more cases than
China. I don’t know how accurate the numbers are in China, but it doesn’t
surprise me that we have more cases. It has always been my opinion that
we opened too soon, and now cases are skyrocketing because some citizens
couldn’t wait.
That
is just the tip of the surface. Today I heard Trevor Noah comment on
the politics of wearing the mask. Certainly there are drawbacks to
wearing them, but come on! Show some respect for those you may come
in contact with. I don’t know anybody who likes wearing them, but
they are required in many public places and should be. Get over
yourselves already! I will wear a mask just to offend Trump and his
supporters.
He evidently fired his old campaign manager and has seemed to be following the counsel of his new one – except for when he is on Twitter and then it is free domain. What an idiot. What kind of president has so much free time he is willing to tweet so often that running a country is not a priority – especially during the cornonavirus. But hey, there’s an election coming up so he will act a certain way in front of the cameras – or try to anyway. He wants to remain president until the virus is gone. No, no, please. The last three years were tough enough but throwing COVID into the mix this year has been torute on our nation (or rather our reaction has)
George Washington is the only president who won the 100% of the votes. His party? Democratic Republican. Democrats have always been around. The opposing party were Federalists, Wigs, Republicans. I wonder if Trump has tarnished the Republican name enough that it will be changed to something else. And why not? We are, afterall, living in a time that we want to either deny or erase history. Perhaps it will go away if all of the reminders are gone.
I can’t believe how many people vote for a candidate based on party. Oh, please. Just because your family has voted that way for the last four generations doesn’t make it set in stone that you have to.
So many Trump supporters repost without checking facts. They make themselves seem uneducated and ignorant when they don’t check resources, spelling, or grammatical errors.
I think the couple who live behind us would like to be homesteaders. Their property is not big enough for a huge amount of livestock though they have attempted and add to the variety of animals which feature turkeys, chickens, roosters, pigs and dogs. This morning I was woken up by the barnyard sounds (though there is no barn) ones that I couldn’t even identify. I have since decided that it was the grunting sounds of the piglets that woke me up.
It was quite an eventful morning. Roland had purchased 180 pounds of sand to
plug up the hole where the water leaks into our yard – though I don’t recall
having seen it this year. The last time
we saw rain was June 29 – though I don’t count it as such because it was less
than a hundredth of an inch. We may see
heavy rainfall perhaps even snow come October or November. Though we had purchased the sand last night the labor had to wait until this morning as it was too hot to work last night.
So he hoisted the sand uphill, filled
the hole and had Jenna whitewash the fence.
Just before he made his way downhill he and Jenna noticed that three
piglets had escaped our neighbors yard as they were wandering in ours. Okay, I can see how possibly the baby black
one could have squeezed through the fence, but the other two? All three of them ran downhill and decided to
graze under our new front deck.
We’ve had livestock in our yard
before. Hens and turkeys mostly. I think today was the first for mammels other
than the dog who doesn’t even live there anymore. Jenna and I were each able to
get a few pictures of the pigs as we chased them around – though not
intentionally. I never knew that pigs
could move so fast nor run uphill. But
they can. Piglets are quick as human
children.
I used some dry grass to entice to
return to the back. Only the spotted one
was brave enough to come toward me – though I did eventually get the back one
by his side. The brown one seemed the
most frightened and was too quick for me to capture him next to the shed or the
car.
We finally got the attention of our
neighbors and they sent their oldest son to ride his bike to our house. He climbed to the top of the hill where the
pigs had miraculously gathered by the time he came. His mom handed him a board to prop against
the pigs so that they would be penned in the corner. She then climbed over the fence and lifted
the noisy things up and over the fence.
It was then I decided it was their squeals that had woken me up.
I don’t guess the stairs would have worked like the one they cast over for the chickens.
We don’t complain about the sounds or the
refuge they somehow seem to get when exploring our yard. I would rather deal with the noise and
escapers than criminal activities with those who sell drugs, human trafficking,
and of that nature. I would rather hear
the animals than deal with the human stupidity.
They seem like good neighbors. I
just think they should have more space than what they have.
Well, that’s my Sunday morning thus
far. It’s been interesting.
As
I was doing dishes this morning I was reminded of a memory from the first ward
I had lived in as a wife and mother. The
YW president had called me earlier that week to see if I would allow a team of
young women into my house to do various service projects for us: dishes, read
to a child, change a diaper, fold laundry, etc.
There was even a space for miscellaneous chores.
I was thrilled to have someone else do
chores as it never did become a regular thing with my boys. Jenna was running around at the time, but
still in diapers – which someone was able to
change just before they left. Pooey
diapers were worth more than just wet diapers but Jenna’s
diaper had not been messed in and so the girls didn’t
get all the points they were hoping for.
One did dishes the way her mother had
taught her to and seemed to feel honored about getting to wash our dishes as
though we were celebrities or something.
Whatever moves your motor, girl.
I remember one girl had read to Jenna
and we had given a girl a miscellaneous chore.
I had her write letters that my husband and I would send out to persons
who had multiple properties. She wasn’t
comfortable with her cursive as she had printed them. No big deal.
I think she had printed 15 before the girls left or I had given another
task. I don’t
know how many points the team had ended up with but had admired their
willingness and was very appreciative for their efforts. Good memory.
A week before Jenna was born I started
recording thoughts in a journal from what I thought might be her point of
view. I added pictures to my accounts. By the time she was ten I had ten volumes of
journal which we started rereading this month.
It has helped to take our minds off everything that is currently taking
place and what limited activities I will allow.
I do not like the person I was when she was
younger. I was always so uptight. I am so grateful to have left that person
behind and that Jenna and I are friends with one another and that has her dad’s
positivity rather than the attitude I feel like I have lost. I certainly hope that I did. I know I still have my uptight moments but I
am such a happier and different person than I was for a long time. I hope to always radiate positivity.