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We are all Essential

All Business are Essential

Let me remind us all that the First Amendment and The Constitution are still vital and in effect.  While we’re at it, let’s all review The Supremacy Clause, as well.   Having written all that, I’m writing on a blog that not many read.  I don’t and won’t read an self righteous crap spewed out by self righteous lemmings.

We survive in this insanity, my family and I, but for how long?  I began a small business November 30^th, and our income is very, very modest.  I have really no other income of my own, just savings, and they are modest.  We have been shut down; non profit educational museums are not essential, declaims our governor, a billionaire who runs a hotel chain with dozens of houses of his own.  Of course, at one point he deemed his toilets were not essential, so there you are.

My husband has been deemed “essential”, so he can work.  My son can do curbside deliveries at his work place, but he works in a different state. We also are caregivers for an elderly relative who lives with us.  I’ve been a caregiver of some kind for over 14 years.  For two years, I was my dad’s caregiver, during his last illness.  I did it while I also dealt with my uncle in California.  We had simultaneous nightmares.  Please, as someone who did a lot of malpractice cases in her former life, and who watched her family suffered horridly because of medical incompetence, don’t ask me to praise health care.   My family is military on both sides; everyone one knew in each war what he was getting into.  Same for those in health care, the new CYA, damned with the patient, especially the elderly.  We knew in law, teaching, and small business what we were getting into.  Yet, all of what we do builds our economy; we all contribute.  We are all essential.  I’ve read everything, talked to scientists, listened to doctors, you name it.

The fact remains is, we may all well lose everything, and not to a virus.  The fact also remains that we in service professions, medical, firefighting, criminal justice, law, counseling, teaching, need to get over ourselves and realize that while we provide a service, while we may risk our lives, safety, and livelihood, we also profit over other people’s misery.  Sometimes, with all good intentions, we make that misery worse.  I saw that with Bad Sam, where my uncle died because of a blotched procedure, one of many.  The last one I was against, and it was a surgical procedure performed by an osteopath, not an MD.   When I protested, one, a two bit, two day resident, threatened me, and got in bed with a bogus social worker.  Hippa was violated, and my uncle died.  We were all kept in the dark.  It was close to two years ago, and I should let it go, but I’ve almost no one left in my family, now.

The fact also remains that no one is perfect, but some of us are arrogant enough to think we are.  I don’t’ want to say money is the root of all good, like Ayn Rand, but I am deadline driven, and I need dates and structure.  When will this self imposed misery end? 

I keep busy; I write everyday, handle the household financial affairs, take care of my aunt, manage her caregivers, watchover my museum and maintain its collections, read, cook, really what I did before, except now, I’m told where I can and can’t go.  I don’t’ like that.  We are being treated like dictatorship, like the one’s my family survived in Europe during World War II, the Fascists, Nazis, and Communists.  

I respect authority, but group punishment never works.  Do the numbers, straighten out the stimulus packages and grants no one seems to be getting.  Populations descending into tyranny and poverty only breed more illness and secrecy.  Use the drugs we have; SARS was worse, we made it through.  Reform the health care system and try to follow HIPPAA.

Above all, try to keep your sanity.  These are my opinions; please don’t virtually rant because I’ll just block and delete.  No comments needed, be safe, but please let’s go back to common sense caution and not lionize certain people for doing their jobs.

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House Arrest

Well, still under house arrest/siege.  It’s hard to be optimistic, though it could be much, much worse.  How do all of you, dear readers, keep busy in all this madness?   Here’s a link from Healthline, for whoever cares.  SARS and other things seem to have higher death rates, though I don’t get what the article means by SARS killed more people, but Corona Virus has a higher death rate.  What? https://www.healthline.com/health-news/how-deadly-is-the-coronavirus-compared-to-past-outbreaks

As for me, I’m always busy, but it was nice having places to go.  Even the option of having places to go when I couldn’t get somewhere. I’m dragging out the shattered dolls and putting them back together.  I’m becoming an expert on super glues.  I’m planning elaborate doll costumes, and making doll hats, rearranging the museum, and cleaning.  We’re still working on getting our larger building, and that will require monumental moving and packing. 

Library of our favorite restaurant.  I was able to buy one of their books before it was all demolished.

Money worries all of us.  No stimulus this way, and I’m a small, brand new nonprofit business.  Oh well. 

 

Collecting stamps with Dad

It has snowed twice this week, then the weather soars to above 60.  It was 80 degrees last week.  It’s good writing weather, and I’m trying.  Mainly short stories and one novel I’d like to finish in all this.

The doll houses re getting overhauls, too.  Fairy gardens are under way.  If the grocery stores have flowers, then I can get some.  The TP and cleaners shortage is slowly going away, too.  Finally.  I got stuck at the grocery store and had to back my way out of the parking lot; the usual outlet was closed because the green house was going up.  Driving is an adventure.  People act as if they flunked drivers ed these days.  Someone with a “BabyAnn” license place forced me out of my lane, no signal, of course.  She then honked about half a mile, and was trying to get my attention in the rearview mirror, gesturing madly for me to look at her.  Shouldn’t she be looking at the road?  Obviously she has trouble with turn lanes and street signs.

Where my Memories are Now

I should start a journal of my plague year.  Read DeFoe; he was also right about everything. 

So, keep being brave.  This has to end.  And if you have been branded nonessential, as I have, take heart.  Every business is essential, safety issues notwithstanding.  This will end, and we’ll get through it.  And, we will prosper once more.  Be safe, be well.  Try to keep your sanity.  I also love puzzles, needlework, any craft, drawing, word search, and reading, any reading.  Of course, I have you my readers, and my blogging.

Places seen and gone

Pansies

Mom, Dad, Killer, 1985 

Our Beautiful California Home

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Santa Barbara

I also do something I learned from my friend Violet, who was also a doll artist.  In her 90s, with a clear mind, still ambulatory, she was forced into a home, after being pressured in her 80s to go to assisted leaving. She said each day she focused on a happy memory from earlier years.  I do that a lot.  Trips with my folks, holidays,  Disneyland, Williamsburg.  School breaks when my mom and I would clean the house top to bottom, then have plans for birthday parties.  We picked fresh flowers, made decorations.  Took off for lunch at favorite places like McCabes Dept. Store.  Riding my bike, taking walks with my dogs, and my folks, swimming outdoors, so much we used to do.  Those memories sustain me, those and more.  Find yours and draw strength.

God bless. 

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