Crazy Times . . . Still

          Jenna and I had the day off yesterday.  She had been at a sleepover and I did not have to drive at all.  It will be her last hoorah – although she doesn’t know it yet.  Governor Brown has set the state back to mandatory mask wearing and no indoor gatherings of more than ten.

          People complain.  It doesn’t matter what decision is made, someone gets upset.  Seems like even more lawsuits are being filed – against the governors, against the federal government . . .          One lawsuit is to keep students from other countries from having to return to their home countries.  I am in agreement that if they want to be here they should have that choice.  I think a citizen from another country would not even want to be in the U.S. right now.  Surely there are safer countries than this one.

          California has gone back to phase one though it sounds like lockdown is in the near future.  They won’t be starting public schools back up in the fall, nor will Portland.  We should have never opened when we did.

          The Roseburg Stake (for LDS church) was supposed to start back up on the 26^th.  No longer happening – which is fine.  I have not read the letter from the presidency but knew that there were stipulations about returning and that those over 65 were adviced to use discretion about NOT returning at this time.  That would mean 60 – 80 percent of our ward I would think.  I wish the country could run like the church through inspiration and not influence of politics or hormones. 

          I’d rather not have a repeat of this year.

So Much for My Plans

                Jenna had asked if I would drop her

off at the park at 10:00 and Roland

had an audit for the church. 

I figured I would have

at least a two hour window in which

I could catch up on my journaling thoughts and

add another post to my blog. 

Jenna returned home and then

Roland because the computers were down. 

The computers are always down whenever

he has an audit – or so it seems. 

Perhaps it’s the area. 

I heard that the cell phones were invaded just

the other day.  Smart phones perhaps. 

Mine was still working. 

My trusty flip phone.

Sorry I did not post yesterday

Comfort Over Flattering

I bought this dress before we went to New York

 

It doesn’t flatter me

Many products look better on the hanger

than on me.  I’m certain that it is my body

that is not flattering more than my clothes

but this dress sure is comfortable

It is also a food or grime magnet.

First time spit up and pineapple syrup.

I was gardening the second time –

I remember my lunch falling to my dress

though I don’t remember what was for lunch.

It makes a good quarantine dress I guess.

I’m not very graceful and it shows.

Thus I don’t think I’ll be wearing this dress in public.

I’ll wear it to be comfortable.

Sterile or Immune

Here is a tale about Anna and her cousin Mike whom I do not know well, but I have met him on occasion.  Each time I remember Mike had a runny nose.  I may be wrong, but it seems like during his early life (I don’t know about now) he seemed to get sick a lot.  I had heard his mom was a neat freak and would keep her house almost sterile.  If something fell on her already-maculate-floor, it would be thrown in the garbage.

            Anna, on the other hand, lived in a home with two dogs, a cat, and her parents.  Though my sister tried to keep the house clean, there were still traces of animal fur.  If something fell to the floor her dad would return it to Anna and let her know it was still okay to eat.  I don’t recall her being sick all too often or having a runny nose.  Anna developed a high immune system. 

            I don’t know if school changed that or not.  I don’t recall the report of health or if they picked up infections from other children.  I wonder if Anna had survived better than Mike had. 

The situation we are currently facing reminds me of this situation – disinfecting businesses, houses, cars, ourselves . . . how often?  I understand we are not immune to the coronavirus but at the same time wonder if we might be going overboard.  I have always been horrible with touching my face – especially the eye area during allergy season.  Coronavirus hasn’t changed that.  I am just as guilty as before.  I ‘ve caught myself drinking from the same water bottle as one of Jenna’s friends who I may think of Jenna’s sister.  I’m definitely not a Monk (see here)

So where do we draw the line? We wash our hands wear masks to protect others. And how many things do we touch while at a grocery store?  Last night I was standing in line for some pain reliever but had somewhere to be.  I had picked up several bottles as I inspected the packaging and ingredients.  I ended up leaving the item near the magazines as I no longer wished to wait in line.  How many bottles had I touched?  How many others had touched those same bottles?

Perhaps it sounds like I am but I’m really not paranoid.  I just wondered why all these common sense things that we should have been focused on all along have somehow become a mandatory staple.  We’re suppose to support the small businesses and the small businesses don’t seem to be following all the rules.  What other rules are they not following?  Not honoring the food handlers permit perhaps?  I was leary of fast food places before covid.  At present I think I am more leary. I try to be careful – but I haven’t reached the point of changing clothes the minute I walk through the door and boil everything.

Thank Goodness for the Supreme Court

Earlier this week I found this post of a friend’s timeline.  Trump’s campaign was built on hate, so what’s his problem?  Oh, could it be that the public schools are closed?  Get them reopen so that we can promote hate!  Trump is going to bully himself right out of office.  What exactly is going through his head threatening the country about reopening schools (here and here)

My sister asked my opinion about what to do about returning to school.  At first I thought I would leave the decision up to Jenna, but the more I think about it, the more miffed I am.  What is Trump’s game plan here? Is he hoping to kill off teachers by exposing them to a wide variety of germs?  Like they don’t have enough to deal with – now they have to stop their lessons to remind students to to keep their masks on, don’t touch other children, don’t play with the Plexiglas . . .” Come on.

I sent my sister this email this morning.

“My post today will be about how I predict that Trump may end up bullying himself out of office.  He has ordered ALL schools to reopen - otherwise he is not going to fund them.  I work for the school system and have made the decision NOT to return to work this year.  It's crazy.  I don't know that children will be effected as much as adults - who seem to pick up kids germs without the COVID.  I don't know if the teachers have been threatened that if they don't return they will never be able to get jobs as instructors in the future.  What future?  If more than half the population ends up getting COVID workers will need to be replaced, right?  Those that have allowed Trump to bully them will have to end up hiring those that refused to teach during this time.  But you know me.  I will not be bullied.  Jaime may be miffed with me at first, but I'm going to go ahead and sign her up for online.  It's not the ideal - but neither is living by conditions that are not the norm.  Same with your situation.  The learning environment in 2020 is going to suck.  I hope that I'm wrong.  I hope everything returns to normal - but I have my doubts.  Anyway, there's my two cents.  I know it's frustrating to have all three home and try to be parent and teacher - but I think I would rather be frustrated than worry about the unknown . . . "will my child be okay?  Will another student infect my child and bring the disease home to us?  Will the children act up and start protests of their own?  Will my children get hurt because of the frustration and limitations that are being enforced?  Will Trump send in authorities such as the ones in Germany and turn my kids into Nazis?"  Just saying.  United States is a lot bigger than Germany - more schools.  I don't think Trumps organized enough to reach them all.  The fact that he is saying this is mandatory . . . that is enough for me to say NO”

from Denver Now

Staff were telling students to cover mouth, stay home, blow their nose . . . whatever long before COVID made its way to the states.  If children's germs spread during the winter months without COVID, how do we expect them to keep from spreading during COVID?  Socialization is good for students - especially for those who don't have sibs. But wearing masks and keeping them (or attempting to) at a distance does not help the socialization.  I think it hinders it.

The Color Red

        Someone looking at this picture may think I love the color red. Not really. I don’t dislike it, but it’s really not my favorite. It was my mom’s favorite and each time I look at these objects I am reminded of her.     

        The sock over the water bottle lost its mate. I use the sock as a covering to prevent rings when I set it down. 

         The kindle was a gift as well as the tablet pillow. 

         Camera and phones are red because I’m always misplacing things and I think they are easier to find than say silver, black or brown. If these phones had been offered in green or blue, I would have picked them over red. 

         I miss my mom. I am grateful for the reminders.

Let’s Make Rooster Stew

            I normally don’t hear the rooster crowing behind us, but his alarm went off this morning at 4:30 and hasn’t stopped.  What is your problem rooster?  No one understands your tantrums. 

            It’s not even a normal “R-R-R’R” crow.  It’s a sick “ul, ul, ul, r . . e”  The rear window was opened a couple of centimeters.  I was looking for a cross breeze to help keep the room cool – not to allow the sounds of a constipated rooster to interrupt my sleep.

            Jenna cracks me up when she impersonates the rooster – translating his crows into English:

 

“Did you see the sun?

Hey, everybody look!

It’s the sun.

When it became dark last night

I didn’t think I would ever see it again.

But look!

There it is!

I can’t believe I have this opportunity to see it again!

Isn’t it amazing!

Look everyone!  It’s the sun!”

The last two morning have been overcast.  Perhaps the bird really is confused.  It's light out but the sun is hidden.

"Where is the sun?

It's light outside but I don't see it

Does anybody know?

Where is the sun?"

I could see the moon through the clouds

It appears lighter in the west than in the east where the sun is rising

This morning he must have been trying to impersonate the overgrown child named Donald Trump:

 

“I expected there would be a million people at my rally.

I was highly disappointed that there were so many empty seats.

There were more empty seats than there were people.

This is the fault of the public schools.

That’s right.  They are teaching their children to hate.

They don’t respect their elders.  They don’t respect their country.

They are making fun of me and I don’t like it.

Whah Whah Whah . . .”

 

Apparently when Trump looks into a mirror, he sees the image of a public school.  What is he even talking about?  His entire campaign was built on hate.

I heard the numbers have dropped on those who will vote for Trump.  Good.  But the alternate?  We have two elderly candidates who both show signs of senility.  My brother thinks Trump as a narcissistic personality disorder.  Some people may be voting for third party and it looks like a huge percentage may not even vote at all. 

Here is Trevor Noah has who has some very informative veiws.  It's helpful to watch the news this way.

            As much as I’m hating that rooster right now, I may vote for him.