Covid-19: Too Close To Home

Hey y’all. I said I would post again soon, but I did not anticipate posting quite this soon and so specifically on this topic. I’ve often written, sharing how we’re all faring while in quarantine. We’re doing this, we’re doing that, I’m rearranging, reorganizing; you’ve read it yourself. We’re doing everything we can to avoid contact. So far, so good.

While relaxing and watching television last night, I received a text from my bonus mom. She’s my ‘bonus mom’ because she was first, my friend, and with many passing years, she has become a strong mother figure in my life; kind of a role model to me. She’s always there when I need mothering advice. A simple text message away.

She was asking how we’re all doing. We haven’t seen her since Christmas Day when she did a drive by to pick up her Christmas Dinner from us. She stayed in her car while we; my husband, daughter, and myself, wore masks and put her dinner in the passenger’s seat and floorboard of her car. The process took all of 5-minutes at most. That’s the good news, that we’re doing fine. In her text message following, she was grateful to hear this. Then she told me, ‘I have Covid’. What? Ouch. Mom… No…

She thought she had a sinus infection, so she went to her doctor. While seeing her doctor, they tested her and she tested positive for the Covid virus. She has been so safe, but learning this makes every effort I have taken to keep my household safe, even if it meant angering select family members, worth the fight and sacrifice.

The holidays were not easy at the end of last year. Normally, we would have had my dad over for Thanksgiving dinner because my mom would have went to Florida to spend Thanksgiving with my brother. Instead, we did Thanksgiving food delivery. My husband and I spent the morning and afternoon cooking a big Thanksgiving dinner, then we put together plates for everyone; my dad, my mom, and our friends and neighbors in our neighborhood. When we delivered each plate, we wore masks and glasses, and immediately sanitized after. We did the same system for Christmas dinner. We really didn’t want to do things the way we did, but we had to bend with the pandemic and simply figure out a different way to share. At a distance. I know we aren’t the only people who came to this same conclusion. For example, Dr. Emily Thomas from Dr. Pol, as in ‘The Incredible Dr. Pol’. I follow Emily both on Twitter and through her and her husband’s blog. They concluded as well, it was and still is just too risky to spend the holidays with extended family members. Their kids were upset, select family members were upset, but they made their choice and stayed home where they are safe.

I’ll just be glad when it’s all over y’all. When vaccines have been administered to everyone, and we can all shake this Covid era, I will sleep so much better at night. Learning this from my mom last night, it kind of shook me, per say, on the inside. The good news is she is on the mend comfortably at home. If y’all would, add her to your praying thoughts for a good recovery. I’m praying for y’all as well.

In conclusion, as always, thanks y’all for reading. I’ll write again soon!

“School Shootings and Gun Control”

When will the violence end?  How many people have to die at the hands of guns mixed with mental health before we start taking it seriously?  It would seem the system is ‘slipping’, or background checks aren’t as thorough as they used to be, or they need to be doing a more thorough background check with our forever evolving technical services.  We’ve seen footage now from 18 different school shootings this year, and it’s only February.

I am so thankful I’m able to work from home, so I can home-school my daughter because it’s just not safe in public schools anymore.  It doesn’t matter what the situation is.

I wonder why no one said anything?  Nearly every student thought the same where the shooter was concerned; that he’d be the person to shoot up the school.  Why didn’t anyone say anything?

Back when I was in high school, sometime after the shooting at Columbine High School, a girl I used to be best friends with made a threat of the same kind.  She said it in the middle of French class.  I couldn’t believe it.  I shook my head because she’d been running her mouth, trying to sound big and bad around a few guys in our class.  Well, her ‘not so’ big and bad attitude landed her in the office after class was over because after she made the statement, one of the guys stood up and walked out of class–heading straight to the principal’s office.  For the rest of the day, kids were called out of their classes to the principal’s office for questioning on the incident.  My name was on that list of students who heard her make the statement.  Everyone who spoke with the principal told me I was on the list, but the principal never called me into his office.  The only reason I can figure is because she was my best friend, he had enough witnesses to punish her, giving her 3-days of out-of-school suspension, and he didn’t want to put me in that position.  Telling on my best friend.

The three days she wasn’t in school, everyone was asking me questions, wondering how I was doing without her.  Better actually!  It’s funny though because if I had done that, I would’ve been grounded for the next month and no phone calls, so I didn’t call her for the three days she was out.  When she came back to school, I found out her mother was badmouthing me because I didn’t call to check in.  Does that make any sense?

For the record, if the principal had called me into his office for questioning, I would have told him exactly what my friend said, and I would not have felt bad about it.  I’m not saying I’m a snitch and would snitch on my friend in a heartbeat–that’s not me.  I’m saying I would do what is right regardless of how it might affect a friendship.

Somehow, we have to get a much stronger grip on our gun issue.  Too many innocent people and children are dying at the hands of those mentally incapable of handling firearms.

I apologize if this offends anyone, but guns are meant for hunting animals and protection.  As a mother, I can’t imagine sending my daughter to school with the possibility that she may not come home because she was shot by an angry classmate.  When she was in Kindergarten, I received a call from her school once.  It was an automated phone call, but it was a recording saying they were on lock-down because of ‘a person of interest’.  Immediately, my heart went to my throat with worry.  I don’t want to even imagine it, but I feel, to the absolute depths of my core, for the parents of the children who didn’t make it, and the wife of the Coach who gave his life to shield the kids.

My thoughts are with the staff, students, and parents of Parkland, Florida high school.