Life In The Time Of Corona virus and George Floyd

It has been a thief

Stealing away things

Minute by minute

The hours are gone

In the blink of an eye

First the pain and fever

Then it steals your very breath

It has consumed my bravery

And taken away my freedoms

And does not seem to be slowing

Leaving me tense angry

And a little confused each night

Another sleepless night

Another tear shed

We must slowly return

To as normal as we can

Or the thief will return

And take more days

Steal more lives

Make us weary of others

And put those we love in danger

We must hear the cries

Feel the anguish

And recognize the needs

There is anger there

And rightly so

He was too young

It was just SO WRONG

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – thief https://fivedotoh.com/2020/05/31/fowc-with-fandango-thief/

Mumbles … Pass

I just want to put my two cents worth in right now.  I kindly will pass on getting the corona virus, thank you.  I have better things to do this week and really enjoy breathing fairly easy – I have asthma, so it is not perfect all the time.  So, whoever is listening… I don’t want the “rona” (as my daughter refers to it), I want a treatment, vaccine, and cure found for it sooner rather than later, and I want people to stop freaking out until that research is done.  There is no need for hording toilet paper.  If everyone respected each other, there would be enough to go around.  The people on the front lines are over worked and understaffed worse than normal – be kind.  And thank the people who are still working for you in one manner or another – medical personnel, food service, retail, delivery people of all kinds, police and fire, the newscasters who try to keep us updated on the latest information, the people who keep your cable and internet running and those who clean up our world.  They are all still out in the thick of it while you are at home trying to fill your day, so it passes quickly.  …end of rant.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pass

Mumbles … Conflate

It was time for another Google search… who uses the word conflate?  I looked at it and thought cornflakes.  Seriously, I had to look this one up.  It means to combine.  I got to thinking … depression and anxiety are two things that should not be conflated.  Especially with this pandemic happening.

My anxiety makes me worry about the virus 24/7.  And the isolation from keeping up with social distancing just fuels my depression.  So, I worry and try not to cry.  I have to worry about my boyfriend.  he works retail and I am sure not everyone is going to social distance themselves when they are sick.  So they come into the store to (try to) buy cold medicine and tissues and then go through the check-outs coughing everywhere.

My daughter is also a part of a service industry – a coffee shop manager.  Corporate headquarters and state mandates mean she is still open but only for to go and drive-thru orders.  And wouldn’t you know it… people come through a drive-thru sick also.

I have seen it multiple times on Facebook recently – thank a truck driver bringing supplies, thank retail workers stocking and selling you items you need, thank the medical community as they all are putting their own health on the line to serve you.

I should stop mumbling and try to read more posts that I am behind on.  I have just conflated a bunch of words together to make a semi-coherent blog.  Hope you all stay safe!  (((HUGS)))

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – conflate