Crazy SOB Trump is on CNN right now. This complete moron rambling on and on… top take aways:
Over 25K Americans lost.
He is pulling W.H.O. funding blaming HIS mismanagement of the pandemic on them (“getting it wrong”) and China (lack of transparency after he formerly praised their level of transparency).
He’s name-calling reporters asking simple questions about the lack of testing.
The administration is drafting a plan to open the country back up in a strategic manner after May 1st.
Ok, so it is 100% impossible/irresponsible to lift social distancing until there are adequate Covid-19 tests, accurate antibody testing, and a vaccine. I hope Marc is on the same page with me because I refuse to trust this administration with our health. I need more than their go ahead to resume life as normal. Sorry not sorry. Yes, this is painful but there has been such a back and forth and he said // she said-lying-bullshit-clusterfuck… I’m sorry there’s just no way I can feel comfortable moving on with our lives until the aforementioned qualifiers are met!
Ugh, today has been wack. Firstly, I had been quite delighted by the goose pair on our pond. They were so sweet. Mother Goose had made a nice nest and it looked like they were here to stay. Well, I hadn’t seen them since the temps dropped back down. I figured they were just hunkered down. But this afternoon I got curious enough to put my boots on. I didn’t even have to get that close to see. They were gone. Their nest was all smashed up– just a clump of reeds and broken egg shells and scattered feathers left. Mother Nature is brutal but we love her just the same. I’m still sad though. I’m way too tenderhearted for any kind of farm wife life…
Which brings me to the yard work. I’ve been relishing in it! Moving my body, breaking a sweat, fresh air, nature… Yea well, consider that enthusiasm greatly diminished. I’m breaking out in poison ivy hotspots and it suuuuuucks. Honestly, I thought I was being careful but I am so highly allergic. I think I got too close to the fire when were were burning limbs and vines. I was thinking today about the time that it landed me in the ER in Carbondale. This was pre urgent care clinic days. Anyways, I had made plans with friends to go to a hippie music festival in a cave for the weekend. By the time we all got off work and got out there it was dark so little did we know we were setting up our tent in what was a field of mostly poison ivy. I had no clue about that or anything else. I had taken mushrooms and danced and stayed up all night frolicking in the woods like a wild woman. Had a fantastic time but 2 days later I was in boiled mutant territory- literally the rash creeped up my neck, to my face, and eventually my literal eyeballs. Thus, medical intervention became necessary. I was so distracted and distraught that I bumped into a parked car in the hospital parking lot with my little hot pink Geo Tracker. Anyways, I got a shot and some good creams and some pills and I built a bridge and got over it. Man, you’ll never hear me regret all the fun I had in my twenties. So much fun. Well, anyways, I guess if my condition worsens I could contact a doctor through telehealth to get some prescriptions.
In happier news, my little boys were so sweet today. So was my husband. Today would have been his Grandpa Johnson’s 89th birthday. We lost him in February of 2015 just a few months before our wedding. He was a wonderful, exceptional person. He kept track of how his grandkids grew by recording their heights on the pantry wall. To honor him I spent time today plotting the kids heights on the adorable growth chart ruler Marc’s mom made us. I had to go back through their pediatrician reports– we are so blessed. Healthy kids, healthy family. Food secure home. Speaking of, we are nearly to the 2 week Marc and need to replenish groceries. I’m like winning the Nobel Peace prize in home economics right now. Getting creative, doing without, stretching and rationing everything into a near zero waste situation. That is something I really love. I’m really grateful. I feel weepy and sad a lot. But I AM SO GRATEFUL. For my life and for my husband and for our amazing children and our home and our wonderful families… Forever grateful. I thought I was before and I was… but this has changed me. So far mostly for the better, I hope.
The Mother Bever 