Today has been long and my nerves are about shot. My nighttime meds last night gave me the worst freakin’ nightmare. I jolted awake sweaty and out of breath. Won’t bore you with the details but cannot recommend that sleeping med combo from last night. No Bueno. My kids were bonkers today. They are little sponges. They sense something is off. They sense our stress and worry. Last week Thad asked me some very thoughtful questions and we had some good talks. I have since stopped watching any type of news coverage in their presence. And why shouldn’t I? Even for myself. I have all the information I need for now at least. I do not want them to look back on this time as a source of pain. My prayer now is that we, meaning our extended family, get out of this together and reunite in the spring—happy, healthy, and whole. Anyways, I began thinking that my Granny might be running low on fresh groceries by now and the thought of her out and about was a solid “NO.” I called my mom to see if it was ok to order her some grocery delivery. She suggested I keep it simple by involving my brother to do the shopping and drop off. Great idea! So I called Granny to give her the latest. Her dentist office had closed so she wouldn’t be able to go get the new partial she was expecting. The State of Illinois had suspended the operation of all dine in restaurants and bars. And most importantly for her, the CDC was calling for all people over the age of 65 to basically shelter in place and avoid the public. She liked my grocery idea so I took down her little list of 4 items:
- 1 loaf of bread, preferably wheat.
- Any head of green leaf lettuce.
- 5 Roma tomatoes.
- 2-3 greenish bananas.
I contacted my brother, Harlan, and relayed the request with the list via fb messenger. He didn’t respond for quite a while but I figured he was just busy at work. Well eventually he responded with a picture of his swollen and scraped face—we’re talking to the point of disfigurement. He had had an accident at work that necessitated him being seen in the ER. He was fine and the CT scan showed no injuries but still felt uncomfortable interacting with Granny fearing that he could have been exposed to the virus in that setting. Fair enough. Therefore, he took the step of recruiting my cousin Heidi to do the grocery drop off. So all’s well that ends well but wow. Makes you think, though, let’s do everything we can to stay out of emergency rooms right now. I nearly “panic bought” a swing set for the boys then immediately pictured stitches in Hart’s forehead. Let’s do everything we can to be cautious and careful. No power tool projects, hover boards, or roller skates. Watch your step. Stay safe. Stay home. Be well.
The Mother Bever 