Day 251 of the Corona Virus/Lockdown Update

Some people are consistent regarding subject headings, I clearly am not. Also I can't count.

Today I received lovely flowers from my father via mother. (He can't do it himself, so he asked that she do it for him. But he's better and pretty much back to where he was physically and mentally speaking - prior to the hospitalization and rehab facility. So that was my first of the three miracles I got this November. I'm more than thankful for this gift. Your prayers, and warm thoughts helped. Thank you so much for them.)




I have them on the side table next to the coffee table.

Crazy Company

For reasons that defy sense, crazy organization decided to go ahead and merge all the separate procurement departments from about seven different agencies into one group, while keeping some people separated out in the other ones. Confused? So is everyone else.
( Read more... )

Oh, the place I got a massage in March is open and sending me emails. They apparently have state of the art Covid procedures in place (they did then too) and can see people and massage has been classified as essential medical care by the Governor now. Tempting. But I'm fine and don't need it. But it's nice to know it's there - if I do. I've used massage in the past to eliminated pain or to reduce it.

Also, the NY Times Corona Virus briefing isn't quite as depressing as it has been for the last 8-9 months, partly due to Biden and the vaccines. Biden apparently is being wholeheartedly embraced by the National Health Agencies, who Trump kept criticizing and contradicting. It's nice to have a sane person as President and not a terrorist crazy reality star.
Biden trumps Trump. Hee.

( Times' Briefing on Biden )

Biden also contacted New Zealand to see what they did and if the US can incorporate their approach. I'm happy with Biden/Harris - they are stable, and moderate. Which is what the US needs right now - stability. The far left and the far right need to take a time out.

Nothing new here - but more evidence has been gathered that a mutation in the virus made the pandemic and made it worse.

Eh, we already knew that. Found it out sometime in May, I think. The virus mutated when it hit Europe, and we got the mutated version in NY, which infected everyone else - and caused it.

There is no evidence that the mutation causes more severe symptoms, or kills more people, or complicates the development of vaccines. And although some politicians have blamed the fast-spreading variant for outbreaks, researchers disagree, saying improper containment measures are to blame. Places that locked down quickly, even when the variant was spreading locally, fared far better than those that did not, scientists say.

Basically the NY Times disagrees with the NY State Governor and NY State Department of Health on this issue. God knows whose right.

( things aren't great elsewhere or US vs. Corona Virus, US is losing... )

Go HERE.


Meanwhile Pennsylvania has banned the sale of booze on Wednesday night in an attempt to head off pre-Thanksgiving celebrations - go to the above link to see that article.

Hmmm...
( Mixed reports on COVID around US and the World at large, many odd... )

Some good news...I am no longer in a hot spot, at least I'm not according to the NY Hotspot Lookup. They've gotten sophisticated enough now that they can tell you where the virus is - and if you are currently in a hotspot.

Not that my behavior is going to change any. Oh, I also scored Lysol Disinfecting Wipes at the pharmacy. I haven't seen these buggers in months. I missed them - I used them pre-pandemic to clean and wipe things. I loved using them for cleaning pre-pandemic, and was annoyed that I'd run out and couldn't find them any longer. So, I was able to score two - yay. I know have enough with the Clorox wipes that I scored at the grocery store, and hardware store, and work, to last six months or less since I use them to clean. I'm stocked up on so many things - which are secreted among my cabinets and closet.

Day #26 (?) of the Book Challenge

This is Day #26 (I think, your guess is probably better than mine) of the Book Challenge - it looks longer than 30 days to me.

The prompt is Name a Memoir

Hee. I just finished reading one. So perfect timing. Also I can combine two posts. (Okay, listening to one. Yes, I've finally discovered the joy of audio books - which I can listen to while attempting to work, making dinner, walking around the Cemetery, or just sitting. And if you have a good reader - and Bernard was good, it flies by.)

This one is entitled...Nothing General About It: How Love (and Lithium) Saved Me On and Off General Hospital by Maurice Benard

I'm not a fan of memoirs generally speaking. Mainly because I tend to agree with a Creative Writing Prof that I had once - who said when we write about ourselves, we're either amazing or horrible. And I think Bernard kind of landing between the two extremes.

Also memoirs have a tendency to be whiny, gossipy, and exploitative - often revealing secrets and ripping apart real life folks for profit. Bernard skirts this temptation completely. In fact, he wisely sticks to the process of acting and the mechanics of the industry to the degree that he discusses it - also how it affected his illness. He doesn't go into depth regarding any of his relationships with his co-workers, or share any gossip regarding them.

The book wasn't what I expected. ( Read more... )

Day #22 of the Gratitude Challenge

I may not make it through 60 days of this...

The prompt is What Thanksgiving Memory Are You Grateful For?

I'm grateful for the memory of making Thanksgiving Dinner one year for my father, mother, and grandmother. My brother and his partner (later wife) were in California at the time (I think). Mother wasn't supposed to be making dinner due to skin cancer surgery - she had a place removed from her nose - it was nothing, I don't know why she couldn't do it. It was also basil cell - which is easy to eradicate. No lasting damage. But whatever.

I remember them both, mother and grandmother hovering. Three generations of women in a small kitchen. It's a memory I treasure to this day - particularly when my grandmother taught me to make the pies, but I kicked her out so I could make my own cranberry sauce.

My father watched football, falling asleep in his chair. When he wasn't outside raking leaves.

It was ages ago. And a treasured memory, along with many others. I'm grateful to have so many positive memories of Thanksgiving. I've done it with friends, family, immediate and otherwise over the years.