Welcome Home!

Do you enjoy being at home?

I think most of us do, especially if we’re still out there in the workplace.  Or, like me, were.

Pre-shutdown, by the end of each week, Elton John’s “Saturday Nights Alright for Fighting” usually raged through my head as I looked forward to Sunday, and some time off from the weekly madness

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This hasn’t been the case in the last few weeks.  Once my gypsy soul became entrapped in the stay-at-home virus guidelines, music has become more of a dirge as I drag myself through one more day and watch news updates on the pandemic.  In between, some needed household tasks fill the daily, empty, time slots but that tends to wear off very quickly.  I mean, how much can one clean a house?  The motivation for my putting on my scullery maid cap usually is dictated by visits from family or friends.  Now…not so much.   So why kill myself?

Okay, okay.  It’s not all THAT bad.  Let me focus on something good.  Actually, more than good.  Amazing, incredible and nothing short of a miracle!

Our dear friend was stricken with COVID-19 at the end of March.  This, after he had remained mostly at home once the outbreak began, with maybe one or two trips to a local market.  Like most of us, he was very much apprehensive but was feeling fine and chose to head up to his upstate week-end home, just to get away for a few days.  Somewhere along the way, the virus took him down and his family took him to the Albany Stratton VA Hospital for treatment.  God was definitely on his side for the 27 days of his hospitalization and 17 days on a ventilator.  A Vietnam Veteran, retired NYFD Lieutenant and a 9/11 Responder, the outstanding treatment he received by the dedicated doctors and nurses at this hospital contributed to his excellent recovery.

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When I think back over the last few weeks, being at home allowed me to stay in contact with his family, just about every day.  We talked, texted and prayed.  We knew that he was a fighter and his determination would somehow get him through the ravages of this virus and back to his family and precious grandchildren 

That..it did!  Having finished some rehabilitation, he’s officially heading home…today

The best Mother’s Day gift of all?  An early morning call this past Sunday, from this dear friend, wishing me a Happy Mother’s Day! 

All I can say, and keep saying is…Welcome Home, Michael! 

     And, of course, thank you, God!

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….Tell us about the best thing to come of your stay home quarantine

There isn’t much more I can add to my post other than…it doesn’t get much better than this!

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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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