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Otis and David have 60 just-sewn masks for sale at $5/each plus shipping (which is cheap). Tell him how many you want, what general colors you might like. Such as I took a pale striped one and Len is wearing the only camo he owns.  Or it’s some camo-colored pattern, whatever.  One friend said she is delighted to have rec’d one with a cat pattern. Otis will email back and forth a time or two with you about what you want.

His email address is: otis@otisthompson.com

Len and I are hosting a Zoom Meet and Greet with Tom Palzewicz (Dem candidate for Congress) this coming Thursday evening at 5pm.  We have probably sent you an email with the particulars and the URL you will need to attend the event.

This is Wisconsin’s District #5

Palzewicz needs nomination signatures to get on the ballot.

Contact me at MB@MaryBethDanielson.com and Len or I will drive to where you are to get your signature while observing social distance safeguards. 

Or check this out: https://www.tomforwi.com/  At the bottom of the text is a line to click that will take you to a downloadable nomination form.  You can fill it out for yourself (and any other voters in your family/friends) and mail it in.

 We drove to Madison this morning to take some things to our kid and their partner and to get some things from them that they were able to purchase for us at Costco. (Pretty sure we now have enough paper towels to last the rest of our lives.)  

This was an hour of driving each way to see them about 20 minutes outside. We knew ahead of time they would be working on big yard projects so it wouldn’t be an outside sit-down get-together which people can safely do. Not all the constraints of the morning were due to Safer at Home protocols. 

But every time we do one more things like this we get closer to whatever is going to be our next normal. No hugging. Not going inside to see what’s new and catch a beer and use the bathroom.  Asking about jobs with a new concern. They both have jobs; one seems super secure and the other not so much but maybe.  

The gas for the trip costing less than it would have cost to send a package.

Attending our church’s virtual coffee hour via zoom WHILE we were driving home.

The PB&J’s we brought with in case we got hungry (we did) because stopping for a bite isn’t a thing to do right now.

I feel sad. Not bowled over with loss or fear, but sad for what’s gone and I’m not sure how it will come back. 

When we talked with our daughter and her kiddos yesterday, the baby saw our faces in mommy’s phone, broke into a huge grin and crawled over.  To which our daughter wondered, “He’s at the developmental stage where kids realize there are other people in the world. What happens to a kid who sees no one but Mommy, Daddy, and sibling?

Many families have lived in isolation throughout history. He’s not the first baby hanging out at home 24/7.  He’s an awesome little guy and he will do fine.

But we really are in a social experiment right now. All of us. 

All we can do is choose how we will act in spite of it.

I’m going for a walk and when I’m back I’m going to have the beer I wish I could have had this morning with my kids.

 

 

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Enjoyed the lake shinning like a diamond while drinking coffee and doing excercise, brought Michael some chicken noodle soup for dinner... ( one of two people I see on a regular basis ) watched "The Greatest Showman" for the second time in a week, came home and hopped on the bike and rode for about 20mils, came home and sat in the car eating cheese puffs( My downfall ) NOT everything can be healthy.( Balance ) checked out the garden and checked the many emails and text that came in while I was out, and sent responses... Now it's PBS... It was a very good day...

Your reference to your youngest grandson reminded me of what I heard tonight. Our youngest grand just turned one. She practices “ washing” her hands. I guess she will be a very clean person. Her small family lives with us. We four adults are the only people aside from her doctor that she has seen in months. She stays in the truck with one parent while the other shops or stays home with me. I think we need to somehow expand her frame of reference...
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For our littlest kids, this will affect their whole lives. Maybe in a good way. Watching the baby and the toddler interact so much (I see them via face-time) makes me think they are laying down an intimacy and easiness that might be with them all their lives. For one baby to be the recipient of 4 adults' love and patience, what a gift!
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This was from a fundraiser for Canadian Food Banks. Buffy St. Marie is 79 years old and still rockin'! (You can't click this link, you have to copy and paste it into your address line): http://cbc.ca/music/hold-your-head-up-watch-buffy-sainte-marie-s-rousing-spoken-word-performance-1.5546234

It wouldn’t really be risky for you or them to use the bathroom at your (apparently healthy) relatives’ house if you wore a mask and they were not with you! And of course you’d wash your hands and they could wipe the doorknobs and light switch if needed. Same deal with getting take-out food.
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This is usually true, although as I mentioned, they were spending their day doing big projects with rental equipment, so we went there to exchange things knowing it would be quick. And then there is the reality that they go out to do needful things and we barely go out at all - our kids are sort of hyper about not exposing US to their worlds... We were wistful because so much has changed.

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