Another, and another…

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As COVID-19 continues its rampage across New York State, and everywhere else, a slow resonance is setting-in, maybe even overdue complacency.   The pattern of insanity in recent days with people engaged in hoarding the basic needs of living now is taking on an almost eerie pattern with the realization that we are all caught in the web of this viral assailant and, for now, there is little which any of us can do.  The game plan is well in place.  Wash your hands, keep absolute social distancing in force, self-quarantine, shelter in place…we know the drill.  Those fortunate, can work from home.  Others aren’t as lucky with their employment status coming to an abrupt halt and they now face survival through the next weeks, even months of this damn pandemic.

I’ve joined the ranks of the latter after an executive order was issued by the governor of New York State, closing down all non-essential businesses on March 21, 2020.  In that directive, hair salons, facilities where there is no acceptable safe distance from person-to-person and…I fully understand the importance of abiding by the safety measures that are crucial in working to stop the further spread of this virus.  Aside from what may be deemed “frivolous” in the salon industry, hair color, blow-drys, and other non-essential services that clients can certainly live without for the time being, there are hair replacement services which must be managed or there are serious bacterial complications.  And then, there are cancer patients who may be in need of a cranial prosthesis; the salon I work at is one of very few licensed facilities with the proper credentials to provide support to women dealing with cancer.  We are well-prepared to provide essential services on a one-to-one basis, observing and maintaining strict disinfection procedures while wearing sanitary apparel when in the company of any cancer patient.  Sadly, that door is now closed and there are no options in place for those in need other than to stay at home and weather this nightmare of a viral storm.

The crowds at the supermarkets here in New York have now moved onto our local Home Depot’s and Lowe’s, in a fairly orderly fashion, as shoppers seem focused on doing all that home “stuff” to occupy their time off from their jobs.  Neighbors are helping neighbors, people are keeping in touch through social media, dogs are getting walked, almost to the point of exhaustion, parents are home-schooling with great gusto, knowing that the liquor stores are not being closed down.  And, there are reports of lines going into local gun shops where legal gun owners are stocking-up on ammo, others legally purchasing firearms, all fearing that some won’t have any sense of lawfulness anymore.  Many are concerned that the virus could lead to a breakdown of public order, with looting and robberies as so much of daily life is shutting-down.

Whatever the scenario, here in New York and elsewhere, we will run this Coronavirus gauntlet for however long it holds us hostage and get through it. 

We will survive.

 

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Feeling old…

 

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It goes by different names.  Coronavirus or…COVID-19.  References to this bacterial invader flash in front of us everywhere, on newscasts, newspapers, social media and in just about every conversation we have.  Who has it, knows someone who does and, of course, all the Who’s from Whoville are panic-stricken, fearful of becoming infected…and at any moment!

The focus is on older people, especially those with compromised medical conditions.  That kind of puts me over on that side of the room, except for not dealing with any health issues.  Still, I fall into that “older” category and having family suddenly chastise me for doing what I do, daily, now has become a touchy subject.  Hey, I’m the parent still and will stand my ground as being the one who takes care of everyone else!  I don’t appreciate being sent to my room and being told that I can’t leave the house…I call bullshit!  I’ve made it this far around the sun, relatively unscathed, and I’m certainly not looking to challenge the powers-that-be by jumping onto some cruise ship or heading into Manhattan to go shopping.  A lot of good either might do me since the streets of the Big Apple are almost deserted at present and I absolutely despise any idea of being packed like stockyard cattle on some inflated floating hotel with three or four thousand possible carriers of the Bubonic Plague.

Yes, I’m somewhat cranky at this point, watching and waiting to see how this current virus does manifest itself and how much its progress will impact my life and everyone else’s.  Like so many of us, I need to work, I almost like to work, and now, facing any type of quarantine situation as this virus progresses doesn’t promote a cheerful countenance.   Countenance.   I despise that word, by the way.  I’ve disliked it since it was put under my high school yearbook graduation photo.   Like, couldn’t the yearbook staff have come up with something a bit more…creative…back then?

Whatever.

Give me a major winter snowstorm, I’m one hell of a happy camper.  What’s better than being home for a day or two looking out at nature’s beautiful landscape covered in white?  This current situation and how it’s affecting everyone, some to the point of insanity, is presenting an extremely stressful scenario from coast to coast and beyond.  Really, people…toilet paper shortages for an upper respiratory affected virus?  And, why is toilet paper ALWAYS on the hot list for people to clear from market shelves during any emergency?

Okay.  I’m done.

Seriously, and from the heart, my thoughts and prayers go out to everyone caught in the growing web of this virus.  Aside from sharing my combination, feeling-old/somewhat whiny, rant over what’s affecting each of us, I hope that everyone does what’s necessary to stem any advancement of COVID-19.  The more we follow the stated directives, the sooner this virus will depart.

Hopefully.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop…Write about something that makes you feel old.

 

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Criticalanalytical

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I’d like to think of myself as both, as the title of my post implies.  I said “like”.  That does not make it so but the description of all the elements involved is better than seeing me in action.  There are so many times that I wish I could just sit back and not give a damn about so much in my life but it’s beyond impossible for me to shut down the thinking process which often drives me to distraction.

Oh yes, the best analytical thinkers are also grouped into critical thinkers, one and the same.  Most of us in this group can analyze information, in most cases, whether it’s business-related or in every day relationships.  We observe.  We gather and evaluate evidence on certain matters in an attempt to arrive at a meaningful conclusion.  Analytical thinking begins with objectivity.

But, there is a big downside to being “criticalanalytical”.  The quest to always seek knowledge and never, ever, stop looking for answers.  At times I gather too much information on either technical, or other, matters, realizing after the fact that I spent too much time devouring information I’ll never use later on.  Then, there’s the procrastination factor.  Over analyzing situations and then sitting back and accomplishing little, if anything because I end up identifying with the reasons on both sides of an issue and not focusing on just one.  Yes, yes, enter indecisiveness and the accompanying fear of making that wrong decision.

Let’s mix-in being a creature of habit and not always open to going with some immediate flow of a situation.  Not necessarily a fault for anyone who chooses to shy away from being impulsive, preferring to sit firmly on their personal agenda.  Then, there are times that panic can set in when dealing with certain, not all, people.  I think we’ve all experienced moments where an immediate personality clash sets in and we shy away from an individual.  I call that my own analytic-perception in having an ability to see past some Pollyannaish aura of another person to a bunch of red flags waving madly in their background.  There are times that works in an opposite manner and a completely positive reaction presents itself.  I’m then anxious to learn so much more about this person looking back at me.   One basic part of my personality is that I have no time for fools.  Period.  And that brings up the fact that, at times, I have no filter.  Now and then, I can be inappropriate with my direct responses to others.  That…is just my logic overriding the fact that I probably know a hell of a lot more than you do about the topic you just brought up.

I’ll admit to being a bit of a loner.  Hey, I’m an only child and often say that fact demonstrates one thing which I can do very well…be alone!  I’ll never change that or any of the dynamics which make me…me.  Throw any contradiction my way, along with any amount of pure, unadulterated, bullshit, and I’m gone!  I’m off to my little corner of the universe, with my favorite coffee cup, to my well-organized desk, to spend quality time…analyzing anything and everything. 

 

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…If there was one thing you could change about yourself, what would it be? Why can’t it change?

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