Friday, June 26, 2020

Can't You See That I'm Napping?

It is warm.
This blanket is soft, 
So comfortable. 
The smell of outside calls
from the window,
but this blanket is soft. 
I will chase butterflies
another day.

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Adulting 101: Redirect Your Anger

Since I am ensconced in my home these days, as are most of us, I have time to keep track of various "wars" on the interwebs.  I don't normally participate, because a)nobody appears to be actually listening to anyone else; b)nobody seems to be actually speaking for themselves, just repeating what someone else told them; and c)there's a lot of poop-flinging.  I am not a fan of the poop-flinging; if you can't make your case without resorting to name calling and whatnot, your argument is weak.  But some people do derive enjoyment of the poop-flinging.  

I have noticed a trend.  A ridiculous trend, where people are becoming angry at the wrong things.  People are angry about having to wear a mask in public, even though it has been proven to save lives.  People are angry about having to acknowledge that yes, a black man was killed in front of their eyes on television by a white police officer.  People are angry that statues of people they never cared about in the first place are being moved.  People are angry that they can no longer enjoy pancakes the way they used to.  All of this anger seems to be directed toward a nebulous "other".  It's all someone else's fault.  Someone else has done this.  


If you choose not to wear a mask in public because it inconveniences you, and you take COVID19 home to a loved one, that's on you.  It's not some nebulous "other"; YOU made a poor decision, and there is a consequence.  If you are unhappy about pancakes, or statues, or a flag that was never official, ask your self what you're truly angry about. Maybe that anger is truly directed at yourself, for not noticing these issues?  Maybe that anger is a defensive anger, reacting to anything that might upset your comfortable world.  

The first reality that an adult must face is that nothing occurs in a vacuum.  You are responsible, either by your actions or your inaction, for things around you.  You are responsible for your behavior.  You are responsible for your ignorance.  You can deny that responsibility, but it still exists.  Acknowledge it, like an adult.  Then redirect that anger.  Be angry about the lack of social justice.  Be angry about income inequality.  Be angry that there are children going to bed hungry.  Then get off your butt and do something about it.  

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

The 2020 Dumpster Fire

How is everyone?  Everyone still standing?  Nobody coughing?  No fevers?  Wearing masks?  Sprayed for murder hornets?

I am not going to say that I didn't expect some random virus to show up this year, because we have one show up every year, pretty much. I keep track.  When we left school for our March spring break, I had a feeling that we wouldn't be back for a while.  I am not sure where I got that feeling, but since the epidemiologists were freaking out, I knew it wasn't good.  I fully expected the full force machinations of the CDC and the federal government to hit the 'speedy' button to get supplies, etc., out to the country to take care of business.  Silly, idealistic me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  I thought that these organizations, whose actual job entails preparing for this VERY thing, could run without any sort of interference from those government entities who do NOT have such knowledge or experience.  Donald Trump certainly wouldn't commandeer the whole apparatus to make himself look pretty, no he would not.  He would.  He did.  That jerk took something that was not at all about him, and made it about him.  I am not used to such behavior from a president.  It would be funny, maybe, if so many people weren't dying in such a horrific way.

Quarantine, lockdown, whatever you call it, is NOT for the weakminded.  Who ever you live with is stuck with YOU, and vice versa.  And one of the members of this household is probably going through the dreaded PUBERTY, since his voice is getting squeaky.   There are adjustments to be made, whether it includes moving to a different floor for quiet time, or bed time, or whatever.  While we were still working, Larry and I had our zoom meetings with students, parents, and teachers.  Zane's schooling was also online, and when we all had meetings set up for the same time, it was a bit hectic, but we had a semblance of a schedule. Now that school is out, well...time has no meaning.  So really, it is Summer as usual. We just can't go anywhere. 

But maybe that's okay.  We're in the middle of tumultuous changes.  George Floyd's horrific death.  Rayshard Brooks' death.   Murder hornets. Black Lives Matter Protests, even where no African Americans live.  Asteroids rushing past our planet. Donald Trump.  A tiny little virus seems less scary when put up against all that. 

So hang in there. Do the best you can.  If you have to go out, take precautions. Wash your hands, Wear your masks where you are supposed to.  Take care of the people around you.  These are hard times.  We are all in this together!