This morning the sun is shining brightly and my state of being is a bit improved over the result of recent events. Mostly I am so sadly distressed over the plethora of conspiracy theories filling the air with hatefulness and bile. Stories made up and clearly refutable for a purpose that seems to me to be diabolic. I resign myself to a diagnosis of dysfunctional behavior that people assume is the way one must respond to lies and hatefulness and misdirection that might cause one's death. How has distrust of the media become so unbelievable - trust in unsubstantiated garbage that fills the internet and some of the news media that is a role model for dysfunctional behavior. The monster gobbling up the "Ain't It Awful" sits satisfied in the souls of those who think that they are righteous and full of the knowledge that they are protecting the best of life.
I sit here looking out the window at Angel Street where parked across from us is a red car. A woman who lives there has been taken to the hospital during the period in which she had been quarantined because of exposure to Covid-19. A young man whose family lives down the street returned from the airport and soon came down with the virus. They were friends, these two families. The quarantine has served a good purpose as thus far there seem to be no more outbreaks on this street. I am still worried. I wonder if the ones who help us in the garden - we do keep proper distance - have been exposed. This morning as I was emptying my waste basket, Marian was tending the small garden between the tool shed and the strawberry pyramid. Cheerful good mornings exchanged, he assured me he is fine. One more day of grace. He does not deserve that horrid fate.
Then there is the news...
(I have just put my old keyboard back in place and it works best for me!!! I cleaned it of most of the crumbs and dust from past years of use. It is like an old friend back in place protecting me from a few of the misplaced strokes that plagued me on the small keyboard that also worked very well but for my "too light" touch.
The day so far... Usual chores of tending to the CPAP plus washing everything that I use - the whole mask and the tubing and the humidifier chamber. I wrote a note to Martin regarding the death of his mother. I looked and looked in my picture files to see if I could find the pictures of the visit of his parents as we took a walk in the valley. No luck at all, but I found lots of other memories tucked away carelessly as I said - later! Now I am writing while I rest between chores that seem to take up a lot of time, but are not at all onerous. The list of "later" things is too huge to contemplate or even to bring to some sort of order of preference. Tasks begun, interrupted and made difficult to complete for one reason or another. The ever changing systems on the Internet, the new programs that wipe out the old files for no reason at all, but some programmers reasoning that they could not be at all important??? Well, I have the external hard drive that saves my time so often when the other files have completely been rearranged by that mysterious force that I could not name - but which causes me way too much time changing and trying to keep things as I need them to be to use them. Which program should I use for which task at hand? I settled on one photo program long ago because it offered the opportunity of eliminating duplicate files. But now it does not seem to want to do that as there must be one or two pixels difference - they do not count so the duplicates remain to be painstakingly deleted one by one while the photos I search for remain hidden in some file yet to be revealed.
Now to go tend to some things in the garden - watering seeds that refuse to appear where planted. It is time. Maybe it is still a bit too chilly. The next few days may be warm enough to coax them into appearing so that I know it was not all in vain. First the zucchini patch that has been enhanced by more seeds, some popcorn beside them and some black-eyed peas to climb the posts that were placed in order to keep the dogs out. That did not work, but perhaps some seeds survived or were planted deep enough by paw prints to grow anyway.
Having done a number of things, I rest on what laurels I can claim - none. Anyway, I have watered the seeds planted that are not showing the least intention of sprouting. Pulled a few weeds here and there and started the huge job of pulling ivy from the pear tree at the corner of this front garden. I called a friend in Targu Mures to see how she is managing in this awful crisis and learned that she made a flash trip to the U. S. and got back just in time. Brave one, she is!
Watching Andrew Cuomo was most enlightening. This man can think, can put things together in a way that makes sense, As for those crying about needing money, he said that he gets it as he then defined the things that are worse. He ended that answer to the question of what should they do, they need to get back to work, by saying that they could go apply for a job as an essential worker! Brilliant! The fact that much of the government is not so sensible is sad, but worse than sad is what has happened and both my friend and I agreed that this is the better place to be.
And then there is the long distance dialogue:
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