We makers like the idea of uninterrupted days of creating. It is on our want list. Unfortunately, we must not have been very clear when we sent that request out into the universe.
Who knew that we would get what we wanted with just a few caveats.
We can make us much as we want BUT there will be people dying daily while we do, AND their caretakers will not have adequate protection or support, AND—last but not least, the world will spiral into the darkest economic times since the Great Depression.
Okay, folks, go ahead and make some things.
What to do? Each morning, I check three websites and record the data in my daily journal.
And finally, the John Hopkins University Coronavirus Resource Center .
Today’s entry looked like this.
246 Cases (7 Deaths) Alaska/ 19,819 Deaths US/ 104,938 Deaths World
I started recording the US deaths on March 18, 2020. There were 110 recorded deaths at that time.
Mid-morning, I begin cooking. I am feeding four, basically grown, men. That is a lot of food, and I have been very stubborn about wanting that food to be whole food and plant based. Someone on the blog suggested that I let the boys cook, well, I am trying, but their idea of healthy food is very different from mine. And I, let’s be honest, want to control this small little part of my world.
So, I cook, and I cook. Yesterday, I made mashed potatoes, black bean soup, brown rice with tofu and veggies, and vegan potato salad. If I am lucky, this will last until Sunday morning.
Then, I spend way too much time checking news sources. I have several daily reports sent to my email box.
I like NextDraft.
The New York Times provides a very good bulleted list called Here’s What you Need to Know.
I round off the list with the Washington Post whose tagline is Democracy Dies in Darkness.
I also like Ann Friedman . She was spot on yesterday when she wrote this.
“I have been trying to find an impossible Goldilocks “just right” zone between focusing on the closed-off world of my own house, which is safe and peaceful, and spiraling into guilt and despair about the political incompetence and raw pain screaming through the world at large. It’s not right to ignore what’s going on outside my walls. And it’s not sustainable to engage with it all the time. This is true all the time, of course. But lately this tightrope walk is constant. It’s also true that I am lucky to be teetering, trying to find the balance between living in my immediate reality and letting in the struggles and horrors beyond.”
So, no, I am not on social media right now. I haven’t been on Facebook or Instagram in weeks and weeks. In my mind, that would be a waste of time, but somehow watching the death toll rise is not.
I end the day with the PBS News Hour (and knitting).
For many years now, I have logged the hours of my day—recording how much time I spend managing our household, exercising, working in my studio, and whatnot.
I am considering adding a new category to my log. What will I call it? Covid-19 Witnessing? I suppose that is what I am doing. Covid count & coffee in the morning, beans & rice and NextDraft for lunch, and an evening cocktail called the Judy Woodruff before bed.
I have not been this bad since Bush v. Gore which I watched like it was a reality tv show. Hello C-Span. I love you.
Three days ago, Son #1, started to complain about a super sore throat. Of the sons, he is the whining one, so we took it be an exaggeration.
Two days ago, he spiked a fever of 101.
My husband Walt’s Covid-19 work policy states that if any family member has a fever or presents an illness he (the worker) must be quarantined for 14 days. So even though his work is deemed essential, Walt is now at home–taking conference calls in the garage and bedroom. A hazmat team showed up at his office to wipe all the surfaces he may have touched cleaned.
Yesterday son #1’s fever rose to 102.5, and he and Walt went to the doctor where he was tested for strep throat. The doctor said he would have bet his yearly salary that it was strep, but the test came back negative. What is it then? Maybe mono. Maybe Covid-19.
So, they went to have a Covid-19 test administered. The doc there, said that on Thursday (April 9) they would NOT have given him a test, but on Friday (April 10) they were going to. In the past, you needed to present four symptoms and Son #1 only had two. But times are changing quickly, and he now qualified for the test.
So, we wait.
Son #1 will turn 22 on Sunday. As he pointed out a few days ago—This is no way to celebrate a birthday.