Today is day #21. It’s been THREE weeks already, guys.
Thank you, John Denver for saying it so well.
“Let’s go to the bakery and watch the buns rise…”
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I’m going to try to be something besides pissed-off today. The writer of my fav non-consumer/frugality website posted something new yesterday. She eloquently describes how ANGRY she is right now. She’s an RN. She has a college kid living at home instead of at his college. She’s worried about loved ones in their 70’s.
As I read it my stomach flipped and my thoughts exploded. She is a good writer and what she says is cogent and clear. But I’m already living in the stew of my own anger; adding someone else’s is way too hard.
As much as possible for the next few days, I will try to give you observations that don’t come straight from my anger. We need to find more than one path through this stupid, deadly crises that is breaking the world.
This is the website. Non-Consumer Advocate.
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Sometimes some of my neighbors don’t ‘social distance’. I heard kids playing basketball yesterday. I can see adults and teenagers as they stop to chat with each other when they are coming out of their shared apartment building.
These neighbors live in the low-income housing that runs most of the block behind our house. These are money-poor people and I don’t know many of them. The news tells us that poor people fare less well than the financially-secure when coronavirus hits. In Milwaukee a big percentage of the fatalities are of African American men past age 50. The stress of poverty and racism is real and lethal. Always has been; is true now more than ever.
So even though I think my across-the-fence neighbors should be more careful, I also see that when one doesn’t have financial security, then one needs community. My neighbors are casually but powerfully minding their most important investment – each other. Quite possibly sickness will eventually strike many of them, but their community will endure.
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My purse always hangs on the coat rack by the front door. Even in normal times I don’t use it often. It’s more like a church/shopping kit with pens, paper, hand cream, some cash (what’s cash?), a brush and a small tape measure (handy when one is a Goodwill shopper). Today I looked at it and realized I haven’t used it in three weeks and am not likely to use it until this crisis is over. I moved it to my clothes closet for the duration. Weird.
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Useful phrases for this time we are living in now.
If you awake in the middle of the night when it’s long past midnight but not yet dawn – do you know what time that is? I don’t know where I read this, but you really need to know. It is “Before sparrow fart.”
If you pull something off very badly – like the sourdough bread Len and I are still hoping might turn into something - this is called “An Arctic landing.” No runway, but you survived.
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Nancy Drew naps on.
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Thanks for this
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I read Katy's blog too. I
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