There has been a 10 day lapse since my last post. Life kind of caught up to me and I spent a couple days wallowing in ‘simply accomplishing basic needs’ is an accomplishment mode. But I’m back for now.
Doubled in 10 days. The worst and most important thing to establish is that the American Covid-19 death toll has surpassed 50k. It is a living nightmare playing out on our cable news. So many families shattered and heartbroken. Continuing to acknowledge that my situation is a best case scenario– holed up the comfort and safety of our home, healthy, and with our income intact. Our extended families remain healthy and committed to social distancing, too. And that needs to be noted because a small and disruptive set of citizens are protesting the “stay home” orders and that is playing out however disproportionately on cable news. Today the governor of Georgia took measures to begin reopening restaurants, hair salons, tattoo parlors, and bowling alleys. In what ended up being a humiliating back and forth of switching opinions and alliances with Trump, Kemp is essentially choosing to infect and kill off his citizens like lab rats and looking like boo boo the ass kissin’ fool all the while. At yesterday’s press conference Trump suggested that ingesting disinfectants and UV light could be used as coronavirus cures which prompted the Clorox company and medical community to scream in unison ” DO NOT DRINK BLEACH !” which concisely sums up how its going without touching on the state of the economy and potential food supply disruption and unprecedented forecasted global hunger and unemployment and the likelihood of the virus’ resurgence in the early fall ,etc. Also, there is STILL a testing shortage. So yea, um, we’re screwed and it is really scary even if you are lucky enough to find yourself in a best case scenario. To say it is exhausting and devastating is just the tip of the iceberg.
Which brings us to a quick update on the Bever home. All is as well as can be expected. We celebrated our anniversary in a small but significant way by ordering our first pandemic take out from a local Mexican restaurant. It was a real treat. My poison ivy condition worsened to the point that a call to the Teledoc was required. It was great– no copay with easy and safe access to care. The doctor called in a 2 week prescription for steroids. I did not tolerate the medication well and I’m scared up and still a little itchy. It has taken forever for it to runs its course. Lesson learned. Stay away from the burning brush pile! Another step out of new norm occurred when Marc shopped in store at Aldi. It was the weekly specials that persuaded us away from sticking to the self imposed 2 pick-up grocery runs a month guideline. We really missed Aldis.
Marc and I have nearly talked each other into getting a small hot tub for the deck. An anniversary gift, if you will. I think we are getting close to a deal. Today we are having perfect weather. We are making spaghetti and garlic bread for supper on the deck. We have a bottle of cab to open and we are planning on joining a virtual art event with my friend Daron in STL in support of her annual fundraising gala. Marc mentioned a Tyler Childers livestream happening as well. I think tomorrow we will meet up online for games with Marc’s sibs and cousins.
I’ve decided I want to send out some care packages so I plan on placing an order with Goods For Cooks for pickup. We could also really use a Rural King run for bird and garden supplies. Leaving the house still remains a source of anxiety. I’ve been doing my best to get back on the good foot by focusing on things I can do to care for myself while I care for my family… long baths, stretching, hydrating, breathing, taking my medicine. And for the love of God trying to lay off of the sweets. Daily battle. I have everything on hand to whip up a banana bread loaf and batch of CCC this weekend. Our little boys are so sweet and dear. Thad is so fun to talk with and Hartford is starting to speak– today playing outside on the deck he distinctly said “bubble” three times. We rented Trolls for them and they both love that movie. Hart’s little dance moves are so cute. He has taken a stronger interest in coloring. Thad is obsessed with being outside digging with his construction vehicles and swinging on the swing set but balances that out with begging to watch what he calls “police chases” on YouTube. It’s just some guy playing some video game and he loves it but we think it’s a little weird. Their grandmas have sent them such awesome care packages in the mail. We are really missing them.
I’ll try to think back tonight on anything else that I’ve missed to check in with in tomorrow’s post. Onward. The only way out is through.
The Mother Bever 