Another time…

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He was nearing the end of his first year at the University of Florida and was so anxious to spend time with his grandparents, his aunts, uncles and cousins, before returning home to start his summertime job.  I was thrilled when I received his flight information, many weeks ago, and immediately started getting our guest room ready.

May 4th was the date he was due to arrive here in New York and we so looked forward to having him here for a few days.  We started making plans, for a trip to Jones Beach, to Manhattan, to favorite restaurants.  Things he enjoys when he visits.

I thought about time passing and how his previous visits were always with his family.  Suddenly, our oldest grandson had become a young man and now could fly solo on trips here.  I thought even more about holding on to each precious moment before his future visits became less frequent, as well as ours to visit him.

Enter the pandemic and along with it, a screeching halt to his trip.  Understandable, yet disappointing, given the safety protocols in place for everyone.   It makes me sad knowing I’ll be missing his hugs.  He gives the best ones.

With no clear end to this virus in sight, we wonder about future family visits.  We know there will be, don’t get me wrong, but when?  Weeks, months, next year?  Sadly, this is the downside of when families are miles apart, settling just for videotelephony contact in place of those wonderful, up-close, expressions of hugs and love.

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Hopefully, time will remain on our side. 

     We’ll wait to see him again. 

          We have no other choice.

 

 

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From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…What did you have planned this month that is now canceled? Will you reschedule?

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Current state of mind…

In following the stay at home/stay safe guidelines, my emotions are much like a runaway train.  Up, down, sideways and, at times, in danger of a complete derailment.  Trying to find things that lighten my spirit as opposed to so much of what pisses me off.  Difficult, to say the very least.

Now and then, a segue happens.  A welcome distraction from this current pandemic-lifestyle. Somewhat of a benefit given by all this time on my hands and the ability to just waste that privilege whenever I damn feel like it!

5 positive (sometimes instant) mood-lifters.

Music Old music.  Doowop.  As a kid, I wasn’t allowed to listen to anything in this genre, having it deemed “pure crap” by my father.   He never realized that his description made the music even more enticing. Late at night, I’d hide under the covers, armed with my trusty transistor radio, earphone plugged-in, and tune into the one or two New York radio stations that would come in with several wiggles on the dial.  Static or not, the music was great.

The artists could actually sing, and most were damn good at it.  The lyrics always touched a tender spot.  Love, heartbreak, mixed with a dash of hope, all in a two-minute recording.  I’ve been playing several songs, over and over, doing some chair-dancing and loving all the memories of much simpler times.

Purging.  Something that most of us have been doing.  Pretty soon I’ll have an abundance of room for what…I have no idea.  A good feeling, overall.

Talking on the phone. How much nicer to hear someone’s voice and share expressions that don’t take the form of a text, accented with some asinine emoji.  ?

Cooking. Well, honestly, I pride myself on being a cook but…with my pre-unemployment work schedule, dinners previously involved my mad rush in the front door around 6 or 7 p.m.  The Husband would be waiting, noticeably weak from hunger, and I’d hurriedly get his meal prepared.  Now, in the past month, I have time to present gourmet quality dinners, served at the much more reasonable time of 5 p.m.  Great, right?  Well, not so much when he frequently informs me that he’s had a late lunch and really isn’t all that hungry.  Note to self:  Encourage him to have more late lunches when my job resumes.

Sleeping. Mind you, not a lot of it but far beyond what my manic stress level usually allows.  It’s been lights-out by 10 p.m. and I awaken now, usually by 4 or 5 a.m.  That…is pretty much a full night’s sleep for me.  I’ll take it, for as long as this unwanted vacation lasts.

 

5 instant mood-downers.

Trash. Used gloves and masks thrown down in the parking lot at a market.  Shame on everyone who does this, and you KNOW who you are.  Stop it!

Television. Mainly, the news. Stop the network-to-network sniping and keep your personal opinions out of the mix.  We are embroiled in a national/worldwide crisis and not interested in your personal agendas or your like/dislike of government, or other, officials.  Shut UP!

Pets. Okay, this is promising to become a major issue.  When this pandemic started, the rush was on for people to hit animal shelters and adopt, adopt, adopt.  What’s next?  What happens when everyone emerges from hunkering down or returns to the workplace?  What will happen when the new furry family members no longer receive the undying attention they’ve been used to?  Think about that!

And now that the media is reporting a few cats and dogs who have become infected with COVID-19, might this start a pet-dumping wave of insanity?  Think about that, too!

Toilet Paper, and other necessities. It’s been over one month and what appears in the markets (at least here) are a few rolls of toilet tissue (single ply/no name brand) and a sign…”One to a customer”.  Is society experiencing some major intestinal disorder?  How much toilet paper do people really need?

Frozen food aisles?  No pizza, taquitos, egg rolls, french fries, potato skins…the basic noshes…next to nothing available.  Pasta and rice?  Mostly gone.  Carbohydrate overload anyone?  But there is… ice cream…and lima beans.  Plenty of lima beans folks.  And they’re so much better for you than all the above junk!  Each flat little bean includes manganese, potassium. copper, magnesium, and phosphorus, and iron.  Two words of advice:  Buy Beans!

Line jumpers. Trust me, they’re out there in the supermarkets, cutting in front of shoppers who dutifully wait behind the taped lines at the checkout, markers in place to maintain a six-foot space between customers.  Along comes some wise ass who wheels in between the lines of that aisle.  And then gets yelled at.  Loudly.  And retreats.  He won’t soon forget me.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: Write a list of 5 things that put you in an instant better mood.  Write a list of 5 things that put you in an instant bad mood.

                            
Obviously, I combined both writing prompts.  I’m more than certain there will be plenty of opportunities for, sometimes erratic, mood swings before this current pandemic ends.  If it ever ends.  The emotional roller coaster ride will take its toll as we all wait, and wait, to move forward again.  And we will.  With much caution.  We will…get through this!

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Undertaking chaos…

Project:  a large or major undertaking, especially one involving considerable money, personnel, and equipment

I can assure you that no money was involved during this, stay-at-home-and-stop-the-spread, undertaking.

And, as far as personnel, I am all of that.  A singular body.  A personage, in my own right.  Here in my home, anyway.

The scene:  My home office. 

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Well, honestly, it wasn’t/isn’t as bad as this photo.  Close, but no cigar. 

The first two weeks of being unemployed and relatively sequestered at home, I did very little.  Oh, I thought about projects which needed my undivided attention.  I made notes, lots of them.  Initially, the novelty of not working was almost a feeling of being on an extended vacation.  Suddenly, there was such a large window of free time in front of me with no pressure in having to do something.  As I’ve written before, time was now on my side to think about it, talk about it and formulate a plan to get it done.  Eventually.

And then it became real, starting with a slew of photographs.  We all have them.  Somewhere.  Go look!  As I shared recently on Facebook, for me, it was an accumulation of more than 50 years of memories, some sad, most happy. Images of new life, celebrations and precious moments captured by a camera lens. I laughed, to myself, about how times have changed where pictures are concerned.  How many of us have photo albums, gathering dust on a shelf, or stashed in a closet?  Now, SD Cards chronicle our passing years in a digitized format. 

From there, it was greeting cards and notes.  Birthday, holiday, thank-you, get-well, anniversary….why do we save them?  I didn’t, except, of course, for every card given by my grandchildren.  No respectable grandparent will ever discard that scribbled note or handmade card from the loves of their life.  Oh, I’d better add the little notes always left behind from our oldest daughter when she visits.  She tucks them here and there around my home for me to find when I open a drawer or some other spot where I’m certain to find them.  Keepers.

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On to the supply drawers. Equipment, of sorts. 12 boxes of Chalk.  Who uses that anymore?  Why do I even have it and where the hell did it come from?  Markers… definitely keepers.  Crayons..always come in handy.  Pencils…Mongol, 5 boxes, all in need of sharpening but I can’t find the electric pencil sharpener.  Stickers, Post-it notepads, paper clips, staples, pens, envelopes and…57 one cent stamps.  57.  Don’t ask.

And then, the BIG stuff.  Business documents.  Invoices, ledgers, tax paperwork (ugh), check stubs, certificates…all now infringing on my personal, home office, space since we closed our retail operation a few years ago.  The rule of thumb is to save all for at least 7 years.  Let me tell you, my next purging is going to be a bitch and cannot come soon enough!

For now, I’m just about done, at least with my home office.  I’m on a roll, ready to forge ahead and tackle clothes closets, starting with…The Husband’s.  It’s all good with him working and giving me some prime time to go in (as I do yearly) and get rid of questionable menswear.  Most wives know…those jeans that are “good for when I cut the grass”, or…”when I work on the cars”…soon to be history!  Also departing the homestead, a protective “male” device worn by The Husband when he played softball, 30 years ago.  Why do men hang onto possessions like this?  I’ll be asking myself this as well when I go though my closets and heave everything that I haven’t worn and have no idea why I purchased some in the first place.  I did get rid of my Disco Dress in last year’s purging.  It was difficult, but I did it.  I’m on a roll!

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workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about a project you recently started.

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