JOURNAL CHRISTENING

Published September 20, 2020 by Nan Mykel

I just added something to my Journaling page about keeping a journal during the pandemic and decided it was a good idea, so today I’m beginning my Corona Virus Journal. Ann Frank did it, and so can I…try. I also re-read my post on that page about a trip abroad in 1961 containing many identifiable place names and saw how much that added to the posting. SO, I decided to record actual happenings along with places, persons and dates in the journal, which I am beginning today. On pages, entries usually occur at the end of the page, so that’s where I will post.
Knowing me as I do, I’ll probably add a tad about my own riding out the storm.

POSTSCRIPT – Scratch this. I was unable to post the diary on my page.

SHOCKING…

Published September 1, 2020 by Nan Mykel

That our Health and Human Services plans to spend $250 million of taxpayer money on a Public Relations firm to con people into feeling better about a pandemic killing people every day rather than take meaningful steps to save lives by fighting the virus in a responsible manner prescribed by health experts. I for one can remember hearing Trump say in the early days that he “had a hunch” the numbers were inflated.

It’s like putting candy coating on a poison. How are we supposed to feel better about so many Americans dying? By comparing our response to those of other countries? Hong Kong makes testing free and available to everyone. We are about to help Americans feel good about the state of either an inept or purposeful and deadly non-response. And by the way, will the content not be free political advertisement? Footed by us.

Oh, I See

Published May 20, 2020 by Nan Mykel

“When you test, you have a case,” Trump said in Allentown, Pennsylvania. “When you test, you find something is wrong with people. If we didn’t do any testing we would have very few cases.” –From AlterNet

TALKING TO MYSELF

Published April 16, 2020 by Nan Mykel

I wonder if plumbers are essential. The “ball” in my toilet tank is being propped up by a bottle of something, after the great deluge…..

Is time really moving on? Unsure if my dead watch battery can be replaced before all this ends….

Oh, dear. I forgot and gave F. a hug when she cried today because a friend with alzheimers died in a nursing home. The nursing home called his wife and just said, “He’s dead.” He entered the nursing home in October. Wonder what he died of.

What does streaming mean? I forgot to ask my son when I called tonight.

Whose side is evolution on, anyway? Altering to let viruses live longer or humans?

Goodness, another dream about speaking before a gathering at the Unitarian church. And other people dropping by my house on Wednesday nights without being invited, or reminded that it’s group night. Am I so hungry for attention?

Mollie’s improvement appears to be due to getting the daily attention from a nurse via the mandated taking of temperature at the developmental center she’s in.

It was great fun doing Skype with Sallie. I guess that’s what Zoom is, but I’m puzzled because the tube’s ad first calls it “noom,” or some such.

I realized today what convinces me to get out of bed in the mornings: food.

I’ve run out of good mysteries. I know there’s some books on line, but since I don’t have a real smartphone, I can’t read them lying in bed, and I do love lying in bed with the electric blanket.

Maybe if I can just accomplish ONE THING a day with my task of getting organized, then if “this” is all over before I am, I will have made some progress. If not, my poor surviving kids…

So glad last night that I can still climb out of the tub after a down-in-the-water bath. It will be a week before F. comes again to help.

Received an e-mail from A, who went to India over the holidays. He hasn’t been allowed to leave India for the time being.

I think I’ll make this a recurring blog, because exciting things occupy my mind, if not my life. [How can that be?]