Mary Beth Writes

I just checked the comments on my website. I get a few wacko ones most days that are in Greek or Russian, or are porno invites. I delete them. Part of the shtick when running a website outside the hosted sites.

And here, right here on a Friday evening, is this good comment from one of you, 

(She’s referring to Diary #34)   Somehow I missed this back in April, and so today, July 3, am catching up with reading, and find this so interesting that I HAVE to comment even though I’m not sure anyone can see it. OK, so now we have free testing pretty much widely available, on demand, no doctor’s orders needed, and you can go every few days! Masks, gloves, sanitizers are all available. We’ve had two-and-a-half months for experts to learn and advise us. Clearly-explained guidelines are in place for some businesses, and for institutions like hospitals and schools, and for general living and socializing, but we’re still in a pretty huge mess. I blame human nature, anti-science people, selfish “king-babies”, and laziness.

I have been in several conversations this week. I get to chat for an hour or two with people I trust and enjoy (Zoom, texting, outside) and we can talk about anything – and what do we talk about?

Covid.

Oh, we talk about social injustice and justice, and kids, and what someone read, and my daughter’s new kitten, and a few other things. But the conversation always eventually circles back to Covid. Always.

We have all stretched our ideas of how to live. Most everyone I know has expanded their “safety circle” just a little to include kids, grandkids, and maybe a few trusted friends. We have witnessed how people are conducting themselves so by now we have a better sense of who we can sit outside on a deck with, and who, well, not so much.

We know how our days go. If I ask when folks are going to bed and when they are getting up, most have answers. How are they getting their groceries? They know. How are they getting haircuts and walking the dog and conducting meetings from home? People have developed quarantine routines.

Then we pay attention to the news; watching the tragedy and chaos of escalating cases, packed ER’s, emergency workers who are exhausted, frustrated, jaded, and still slogging through. There still is no national plan. Some institutions are still scrambling for PPE. Parents and teachers are being told what will and won’t happen with their kids, and those adults are frustrated and astonished that no one has a reasonable solution about how to educate our kids without killing their teachers.

Tonight is the evening of the 3rd of July. Len is streaming “The Bureau”. I’m here writing. Just talked to the daughter with the kitten. In the morning I’m walking with friends, Len will ride his bike, and our ice cream attachment is in the freezer now so Len and I can make some tomorrow.

Here we are, bit by bit, day by day, reinventing our lives. I suppose this is the most American thing we do. Respond to the moment. Try to support our friends and neighbors. Edge a little closer to our best people. Make something good to eat. Try to be smart. Try to be kind.

Happy Independence Day. 

 

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Amen! Very well said. Happy 4th!

Thanks for your gift of words, for crystallizing these past tumultuous months. My girls and I were face-timing yesterday and I said it's like we are living a rural life of earlier centuries. Living with just those in our home, our "safety circle" as you so aptly coin. My 2 health care working kids just happen to still live with me. Neither has seen Grandma and Grandpa since Christmas. But we are going to visit tomorrow to churn the homemade ice cream maker just like you guys, play croquet, and stay at least 10 ft away from 85 year olds! If it rains, we stay home. I will carry my bleach spray bottle and wipe down anything we touch, as is now second nature, as we reinvent a summer holiday with 5 of us instead of 20.

Awesome to hear your thoughts tonight!
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I needed someone else's thoughts to bounce off - thank you!

I was invited to a 4th of July party a few days ago which I politely declined do to the rise in Covid case's here and the fact that I'm not ready to join the world again... That and the fact that I can't afford to bring that into my close circle of friends and partner.( 5 ) the one exception to that being Mister "B" who simply needed to be added after our month's of social distancing and the technology we used for months... Well worth the time, effort and wait we went through in dating in the *Covid Age*... Human touch can only be put off for so long before you just say "Enough Already" and take that leap of faith... We still do alot of the other stuff all week long but that one day we get to spend together, to go on bike rides or cook together, or just looking at each other without a screen is priceless... I cut my hair and my Covid Beard because I said this isn't going to end soon and my B-Day month was here and I wasn't going to have a beard for that... I here the constant story's from my and Mr "B's" sister's who are both on the front lines of this epidemic and without a national plan in place they see no end in sight... On those happy thoughts !!HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!
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I don't even remember when we passed Quarantine Diary #100. I never thought we'd get this far.

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Advent Light Post 12-4-2020

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I received this (above) lovely photo from Susan W of an old-fashioned city lamp seen through trees at night.

It made me recall the pix Karen P sent of her son and daughter-in-law at their wedding a few years ago. They lit and sailed paper lanterns propelled by small candles which (hopefully) flickered out when they flew high enough.

Which of course, reminded me of the paper lanterns at my kids’ wedding.

I don’t walk around noticing spheres and globes, but the image is just unusual enough to bring similar images to mind.

Advent Light Post 12/3/2020

The photo is Karen P's mom, Joan, who has been in quarantine in an assisted living residence since March. Her birthday party was a few months before all this began. Light for hope. Hope for light.

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Yesterday I wrote “I liked figuring out the best way to position my stance in order to frame whatever it was I wanted to focus on.”

Point of View. 

Advent Light Post 12/2/2020

Len has been taking photos since he was a college newspaper reporter/photographer; (University of Chicago and University of Calgary). He has photos that he took from Willis (it was Sears then) Tower while it was under construction. Len had a journalist pass so he called to see if he could “do a story” and they didn’t ask if he was 20 yet, so he got the gig. When (if) he finds those photos, I will put some here.

As long as I have known him, Len has owned a camera. I think we are now on #3. He brought to our marriage the tripod that he still uses.

Advent Light Post 12/1/2020

(The photo is of headlights making a dotted line on the cemetery fence.) 

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Oh that morning! Len drove us like crazy across Chicago to the hospital where we would birth our first child.  It was a very clear, very cold December morning, kind of like what’s outside my window right now. 

That same evening I was wheelchaired back out of that hospital. When the lobby doors slid open, the world had become night and the driveway vapor lights lit a blizzard of whirling snow.

It was a completely different world. Yes it was.

Advent Light Post 11/30/2020

Today is Len’s birthday and to celebrate being born on the last day of November in the upper Midwest, he is out on his bike right now. It’s spitting snow, there are 20-30mph winds, and the real-feel temp is 20. He has on both pairs of his bicycling pants. He also has a slice of pumpkin raisin Bundt cake (hmmm, I wonder who baked that) in his bike’s little trunk. 

Happy Birthday to the kind of guy who, when a girl invites him to attend the Sunday school class she teaches - comes to that Sunday school class. A rare man, indeed. 

Advent Light 11/28/2020

Tomorrow, Sunday, is the first Sunday of Advent. 

So first of all, like I said before, I’m preaching. I think you can listen to the whole service starting at 9:30AM, if you go to https://www.uniteduuc.org/ .  There is usually a link there that you have to click, when you click it, it says something about YouTube, so click that link, too. Otherwise, by Monday (maybe earlier, I don’t know who does this or when) it will show up on YouTube at United Unitarian Universalist, Waukesha, and my name.

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