Second Week Same as the First

I’m remembering a camp song line, “Second Verse, same as the first.” I can’t remember any of the rest of the song. Odd memories.

This sign appeared by the elevator

elevator sign

And while I was taking the photo, the elevator door opened and I wasn’t 6 feet back. Silly me, I thought I was okay till I pushed the button. Actually as the door opened it looked empty out of the corner of my eye. Then I heard the, “Excuse me.”

I did a wee bit of quilting (here), a moderate amount of knitting, and a lot of reading, mostly online.  Less news. Lots of Facebook, Mewe, and blogs. I remember a time when I’d spend hours reading blogs and decided I should spend more time sewing and less time reading them. Back then I changed to no longer get email notification, thinking I’d check in regularly. I have learned that I tend not to.  I’ve enjoyed getting back into it. Back when linky parties began I’d read every link. That has often dwindled to the suggested two-before and two-after my own and any whose photo catches my eye. I used to comment on all, but have cut back to when I have something more to say than, Nice quilt.

I am still reading Voices from Chernobyl. Among the stories of radiation illness and coping with relatives’ deaths was a harrowing tale from a physicist who knew what had happened and tried to warn government superiors, who only brushed him off with the party line that the fire had been put out. The parallel between competence and incompetence echoed too closely with our current situation where instead of the federal government orchestrating supplies so that they go where most needed, the states have to outbid not only each other, but also the federal government. Worse yet, the president demands “appreciation” before he releases from the surplus. The lack of understanding of risk management is too appalling to believe.

I am angry at states that are not working to flatten the curve, Mississippi, for one, where the governor not only decreed that businesses remain open but also overrode city and county decisions to close. Then there is the large church in Lousiana that is meeting in defiance of state orders to close down large gatherings. And Liberty U ordering faculty and students back after spring break. If only the virus would attack only those that disrespect it! But no, they endanger all.

And there is the fear that Trump will act on an earlier statement to open things back up by Easter. And the Lt Governor of GA ( I think–will check)–yep, GA )who said he was willing to die to save the economy and talked as if all old people agreed. I don’t. Nor do I want to see lifting the restrictions prematurely; it would make this two weeks of isolation meaningless. The curve would rise again and undo what has been accomplished toward buying time for hospitals to cope.  It wouldn’t even help the economy if it causes more people to get sick and die. Once again, an utter flouting of risk management.

I don’t live in constant anger and fear, but it is there.  I look at the numbers, but don’t memorize them.  In between I read, sew, knit and plan.  I’m retired, so I have no challenges like those working from home. I have no deadlines–don’t even have a long term show goal to work toward early. So instead of a to-do list I have a might-do list. And no guilt if I don’t. That is still working; we’ll see how long.




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6 responses to “Second Week Same as the First

  1. You are very moderate. I feel rage when I watch my neighbours, a young couple in their thirties with three small children, one an infant, entertaining their friends on their porch. No spacing. No restrictions on time. Just hanging out as if it were any other Sunday afternoon. I can’t scream at them to stop being stupid and to think of their little children and consider their neighbours. On the other side of this scary stuff, if they live, they’ll still be our neighbours… It’s not that I think they have the virus; our community has only 5 cases in hospital so far, in an area of 80,000 people. It’s that I want them to start learning good habits and consideration before it gets here. Because it will. Stay safe and well, Claire.

  2. You may also be interested in “Midnight at Chernobyl.” I finished it recently and found the story telling to be quite excellent.

  3. The next line of the song is, “A little bit louder and a little bit worse.” Fitting.

  4. I agree with you – I am quite irritated at those that are not implementing social distancing. Sometime people can be selfish doo-doo heads. We all need to a bit inconvenienced for a while to save a lot of lives and to move forward!

  5. I guess that fools will always be with us! I try to remind myself that, although we haven’t been through this exact crisis before, we have been through others and here we still are. Or not, in some cases. But it’s mostly out of my control.

  6. Susan Nixon

    I’m Henery the 8th, I am. Herman’s Hermits. I can never forget that song. =)

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