We had three inches of rain here yesterday. This is what the Fox River by Riverwalk condominiums looks like today.
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Little Women Again: Louisa May Alcott volunteered as a nurse during the Civil War. She intended to serve three months but after several weeks she became deathly ill with typhoid pneumonia and went home. Typhoid was treated at that time with a medication made with mercury. She survived typhoid but would deal the rest of her life with an autoimmune disease possibly triggered by the mercury.
Wednesday evening the Wisconsin Supreme Court struck down Gov. Evers' Safer at Home order. The 4-3 decision was written by four of the court’s conservatives.
Here are the 4 who voted against Safer at Home. This info is all from Wikipedia or the Mke Journal Sentinel.
This is yesterday’s Quarantine Diary report:
It took about one hour per side to stain these fence panels and it's what I did all day yesterday. When I was finally done, I thanked my painting clothes for their service.
Something I read recently - and something someone rhetorically asked me - pursue the same question.
When will this end? How can we live well in the middle of this scary, divisive, devastating pandemic?
I have no precise or particular answer but I do see it through two lenses.
Politics. Story.
As you may have noticed, I didn’t post anything yesterday. I had a nice day with an early morning walk (before the hard rain aka snow), talking on the phone with my kids, and reading.
Coming right up, Pandemical Mother’s Day! If you are a mother you probably have one of two imperfect tomorrows in front of you.
If you are a mom with kids in your house, you will eat what they cook, or call in take-out, or cook the meal to celebrate yourself. If that 3rd option happens I’m suggesting cereal, candy bars, popcorn and Old Fashioneds. But you do you.
Well, first off… it’s SNOWING! Friday morning, May 8th and it is snowing enough that the view out my office window is hazy with falling snow. Sheesh!
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Shontay is a new friend. I first met her last fall as I started to work a little each week with her bright and sunny 3rd grade daughter. The teacher in the class was frustrated that some of her hardest-working students were not getting the extra attention she would love to provide for them, so she asked if I would like to work with this particular kid.
I know several of you have loved ones who work with people who have Covid. I have heard from you the cynicism of your loved ones who scramble for protective gear, who scramble for equipment, who slog through long, wrenching, and exhausting days. So when those loved ones hear from the media that they are heroes, it does not, in general, seem to impress them.