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Day 15: My Ability to Even is Completely Compromised

Dog Tax:  Walking Titan Yesterday I tried to find something happy to talk about here.  Well, something other than my daughter, who is handling herself with more grace and self-assurance than I expected.  She's a high school senior who's had her last year borked by this quarantine.  But with no prompting from either me or her Dad, she set up a study schedule for her schoolwork, using white board markers on the sliding glass doors to keep track of her daily tasks. (Yes, you can use white board markers on glass.  But they're not visible enough, so we got her special glass markers, to be supportive.) My daughter also set up activities with her friends, from gaming together to watching movies.  She's been taking the dog on walks, cooking dinner twice a week and lunch twice a week, and generally being a fabulous conversationalist. I am so very proud of her; there aren't enough words to express how I feel. But then I read the news and BAM!  Negativity worms

Day 6: Better Than Yesterday

Yes, yes, I know that I never published day 5, part 2.  That's because after hearing about Bernie Sanders dropping out of the presidential race, I felt downright horrid.  I mean, I expected that to happen eventually, but not yesterday.  The worst part is that Bernie is trying to help Joe Biden win by not dragging the Democratic nomination through the mud.  The revolution is just one more step closer. The official head shot from Bernie Sander's website But yesterday actually ended well.  My very lovely husband went on a late night walk with me and our dog.  We found an empty parking lot surrounded by trees and took a casual stroll together.  One good thing about this quarantine is that my marriage is stronger than every.  My husband and I still enjoy each other's company, and are getting even closer since we're spending more time together. As for today, I'm now authenticating users on my app, which is scary process since I haven't done this before.  I&

Day 5, Part 1: Good *!@&*$? Morning

This morning is going just splendid, can't you tell? I woke up in pain.  For some unknown reason, my broken-ish foot is hurting again.  Maybe it's the panic and stress-filled dreams.  Maybe it's the anger at how incredibly incompetent the U.S. is handing the crisis.  Or how people seem so willing to see Trump as a leader when all he's done is delay things, causing more people to die. I delete a bunch of shows from my Netflix play list yesterday, shows that are too dark or too drama-y for me.  I don't need to watch some sci-fi dystopian future when I can get the same from national news. Yes, we are living in a virtual dictatorship where money is more important than human lives, and the very few at the top basically determine everything from who can run for political office to where people can live to how good of a life is offered to us peons. I heard the ranting and ravings from the liberal side before, and I used to believe that they were exaggerating. 

Day 4: It's Raining. Maybe?

Flowers on Marietta Square It's raining here.  Kind of.  I went to take Titan on a walk in Marietta, and it started to rain abou two blocks away from the parking lot.  We got out and walked around in the rain, because it was very light and warm-ish.  Then just as we finished, the light rain stopped.  So we got sort of wet in a kind of rain way. I feel guilty about taking Titan out on walks. I know that we need to stay home, hunker down, and wait for a vaccine to be created, manufactured, and delivered to the general public. But...  a few years ago, I broke the little toe on my left foot.  Really broke it - it's not straight and probably never will be straight again.  In the middle of healing, I managed to crack it open again.  Because why just break my toe once?? Anyway, my left foot hurts now.  I wake up at crazy times during the night because my foot aches.  I'll be sitting down or making dinner and BAM!  Suddenly pain crashes through my foot because...

Day 3: A New Day

Titan, sunning himself on the back deck So, today went better than I expected.  I'll be honest, I haven't slept very well in weeks.  I keep having dreams of being lost and/or having no idea what to do next.  Not a huge guess as to why I keep having these dreams.  But last night I actually slept a deep and restful sleep.  I don't remember any dreams, which is very nice. I think that my post yesterday has a lot to do with my getting some much needed rest.  I realized after I posted that I have a lot of emotional baggage stored up from the past 3 years of watching our federal government becoming more and more insane.  Mind you, I still want to move to Belgium or some other country with a much saner government whose focus is on helping the citizens, not making as much money off the citizens as possible. But I'm calmer and happier today. I start my mornings with a quick sit-down breakfast with my family.  We discuss random things (like the largest black hole e

Day 2: I am Angry

Spoiler Alert: This is not a happy post. It is, in fact, a rant. I have a history of not being angry.  I learned to suppress my anger as a child, and it's taken me years to learn that's it is okay to feel anger.  Which is useful now, because I am extremely angry at how our government is handling this entire pandemic situation. First, the local government.   Okay, I think my local government is actually doing okay.  The county commissioners have held a few publicly broadcast meetings about the pandemic and our local response.  And a few of the commissioners - Lisa Cupid, Mike Boyce, and Bob Ott - seem to get the magnitude of the situation.  But the commissioner for my area - Joan Birrell - seems confused, at best.  She doesn't really contribute, except to want to allow people to burn their yard leftovers longer.  Because breathing isn't really necessary, right? But at least the local government acted in a more timely manner.  Governor Brian Kemp is at be

Day 1: Life in Quarantine

We are living in historic times right now.  The U.S. is basically closed down, with companies furloughing millions of employees and a medical system that is struggling to cope.  In the future, I hope that people will look back here and wonder what it felt like to live in such a tumultuous time.  In the interest of future historians, and for my own mental health, I decided to document my life here. Cool Beans marked their floors with blue squares to let people know where to stand to maintain the proper distance. During the week, I develop phone apps to (hopefully) help people.  My current project is called Just Another Shopping App, and I finally have version 1 in beta testing.  That means that my wonderful son is using it to go grocery shopping and telling me what works and what doesn't work.  Focusing on programming helps me to ignore the rising panic inside of me every time I hear something from the federal government. Before Trump became president, I listened to the ne