Ohio COVID-19 Journal Day 7

Not as much today….


The World Health Organization says the incubation period for COVID-19 is 1-14 days with symptoms appearing most commonly after five days. Today marks seven days at home for us and we are healthy. Still healthy!

Granted, my husband Ryun has been out a few times for one small church obligation, a well visit, and maybe two grocery shopping trips, sometimes with my oldest son. I know this resets their clock as it does ours, but still, seven days at home symptom free is something to cheer. We can do this.

Ryun talks to his 82-year-old mom every day but that’s really nothing new. They’ve been doing that for as long as I’ve known him, going on 20 years now. Maydel thinks this whole coronavirus thing is overblown. An avid Fox fan, her perspective is no big surprise. I don’t want a cavalier attitude to be her demise given how she’s the only grandparent my kids will ever know but I’m coming to terms with what might happen.

Granted, she’s in decent health and looks absolutely incredible for her age. My mother-in-law is relatively fit and mentally sharp with a couple of health incidents here and there but not really any chronic illness other than diabetes. She still lives in her ranch home and shovels her own Utah snow. She chased an intruder who entered through the dog door out of her house not that long ago, so she’s quite the trooper. She loves to socialize, eat out, and exercise at Curves but now she’s cut all of that out and it will take its toll. Still, so far so good.


One of my coworkers shared that we are among only 29% of Americans who are fortunate enough to work at home. Wow. We’ve been holding video conference calls for work and it’s been fun to see everyone in their tshirts, no make-up, and ponytails with kids coming in and out of the frame and dogs barking.

I love the LIFE in all of that. I also love that we work for a company that encourages us to know and care about each other’s lives outside of work, so it wasn’t a surprise to me at all to hear or see one coworker with her college-age daughter at home, another colleague with her twins under one year, and some others who have three or four kids at home.


One of my coworkers – who shall remain nameless – lamented the pace by which they are blowing through their toilet paper stash, so we spent a little time brainstorming new strategies. Maybe each person is allocated a roll whereby they Sharpie their initials on the edge. No more rolls are stocked in the bathroom. If you gotta go, you check in with mom first with your allocated roll and that might be incentive for you to be thrifty, shall we say.

I told my coworker that all sorts of ingenious life hacks might come of our situation. We may be forced to create a makeshift bidet with a turkey baster and otherwise use washcloths. Of course, you’d need to Sharpie the ball on the baster to clearly label its new purpose. Talk about crossing the Rubicon….

I know. I’ve ruined turkey basters for you. I apologize to all the kitchen wizards out there.


Now that a full week has gone by, I am finally itching to get outside to do something other than take the pupster out for potty patrol. But in the meantime, I’m playing classical and spa music in the home office when I don’t otherwise have conference calls and it’s kinda nice.

However, I check CNN.com throughout the day and sometimes watch videos to catch up on the news. If I hear Johnny Carson say, “sis-boom-bah” one more time before a video plays…grrr.

Is it just me or do you watch TV shows where people are congregating, shaking hands and hugging and you want to shout at the TV, “Don’t do it!!!”? I mean, Progressive came out with the “perfect high five” commercial and I want smear sanitizer on the TV. Maybe they pulled that one off the air. Smart move.


Image by Tumisu from Pixabay

The Day After

Oh, America. Do I even know you anymore? Those first 50 years of my life…were you just courting me, on your best behavior all that time? But now, you’re letting your true colors shine?

evan-brockett-624367-unsplashI’m disappointed in the election results, I’ll be honest. I wanted to believe that most Americans were thoroughly disgusted with the direction Trump has taken this country and a true blue wave would overtake Congress but of course, results on this day after show how Republicans still control the Senate. I guess I didn’t follow it closely enough to know how many Senate seats were up for grabs this year and likely to actually flip. I knew it wasn’t many, but still. Texans are actually sending smarmy Ted Cruz back to the Senate? Seriously?

It is nevertheless encouraging to learn that 100 women will sit in the House of Representatives, including a respectable increase in minority women of race, ethnicity, and creed. It’s about time. Maybe one day I’ll actually see women in the majority in the House, but I’ll take this historic win for now.

Trump has wasted no time, has he? Holding a ridiculous, disrespectful, sneering, self-congratulating press conference, facing a press corps that doesn’t call bullshit on his boldface lies, more lies perpetrated by the White House regarding CNN reporter Jim Acosta’s line of questioning today, accusing him of assaulting an aide when video clearly shows the aide attempting to yank the microphone from Jim’s hands. He never laid a hand on her. Jeff Sessions getting fired or offering his resignation. Ha, I had even added an entry in our family calendar weeks and weeks ago, to remind me that Trump would do that today (2nd line down in the picture provided). Not to forget the immediate img_0384-2appointment of an individual who is a threat to the Mueller investigation.

The current president, his posturing, and his lies are so predictable. And so, I suppose, was the outcome of this election. I had truly hoped America would crawl out from under its rock and emerge as the leader of the free world once again. I wanted to show the world that we do have a better nature and have returned to it. I wanted to restore the world’s faith in us and our ability to lead the way. Instead we collectively emboldened the evil in the White House.

My God, they should burn the place down after he’s out of there. He has desecrated it that much.

I have friends who are hopeful. I try so hard to be hopeful, to be positive, but I just don’t know anymore. I feel like America showed me her true nature. Floridians, Georgians, Texans, and Ohioans told me they prefer hate, fear, and greed in their governors. I don’t know that I want to live here anymore but I don’t know where to go.

In closing, I’ll share this poem offered up by my friend Teresa. I found the words to be powerful. I needed them. Maybe you do too.

Oh, my dear ones.
I know you were hoping
For a once-and-done.
For an earthquake,
A tidal wave.
Hoping that if we gave it our all,
A single push would be enough.
That after this, we could
Sink
Back into complacency,
Back into the comfort of our privilege.
I confess, in the secret corners of my heart,
I wanted to believe it could be that easy
That justice would emerge as from an egg
Fully grown
Not with wet down and weak wings…

But beloveds,
We are chipping away at a mountain,
Not a boulder.
Calcified structures
Created to oppress,
Control,
Kill.
2000 years of this stupid idea
That some are worthy,
Some deserve power by virtue of who they are.

Erosion is slow work, sweethearts.
Celebrate the progress
The triumphs.
Celebrate also the heartbreaking almosts.
Breathe.
Rest for a time.
Then get up and turn again toward kindness,
Toward your neighbor in need,
Toward those who are still trapped in the stone.
Tell them, “I won’t give up.”
Tell them, “I am with you.”
Tell them, “For you, I will learn to eat rocks.”
“For you, I will keep chewing, keep grinding,
Until the mountain crumbles to dust.”

-Elizabeth Stevens

Photo by Evan Brockett on Unsplash
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