Ah, viruses and whatnot. So fun, right?

So.....since my last post, there have been so many weird things going down that I can’t even think of them all. Lame. I’m still working, and my husband is at home, still recovering from his fun surgery,  but doing well.

Also we’re staying away from our families to keep from passing anything along. That part is pretty gross, but we are trying to be as cautious as possible, especially since we’ve been in and out of doctors’ offices and I work with a few people who think social distancing is a stupid idea and refuse not to get up in my face. Ew.

So I have armed myself with all the hand sanitizer, a spray bottle of alcohol, mass quantities of soap, and a tankard of coffee. Also water, but the coffee is more exciting and it’s hot, so I feel like it may kill some germs or something in my mouth.

Let me have my dream.

At any rate, this is so hard; it’s hard for everyone, and we have to keep that in mind. We’re ALL struggling. We’re ALL scared. We ALL miss seeing our people. But this is, for many of us, the first time in our lives when we can’t control the outcome aggressively, unless we’re passive. Stay home. Keep your distance. Wash your damn hands.

Clean a room every day, if you’re stuck at home. Organize a cupboard. Do one productive thing. Learn a sentence in another language. Watch one documentary or history show instead of  comfort
TV. Get out a cookbook and try a new recipe with some of the food you have on hand, if you can’t find stuff at the store.

Maybe we can get through this and be even better humans. Maybe we can learn about real healthiness and truly important things we should be prioritizing, rather than superfluous crap that only serves to make us angrier and less helpful. Maybe we can stop being babies and leaning so hard on other people, instead of trying to find out what we can do to help people who can’t help themselves. Maybe we can change the way we consume and try to support our small business and local manufacturers, rather than just buying a “cheap” product that was made by an underpaid and ill-treated workforce that doesn’t benefit from our purchase at all. Maybe we can insist upon ethical production, even if it means not buying exactly what we want exactly when we want it.

Let’s all just try. I’m going to keep trying to try, myself. I think that’s the best I can do, right now. Well, that, and staying home when I’m able to. Thankfully we’re limiting clients at the office, so I’m able to keep everything pretty sanitary. But that’s about the best I can do.

I’ll keep it up. You all keep it up, too. And if you don’t agree with what I think, that’s okay. You do your thing, too. Let’s all just agree to love each other and be kind.

From a distance.

Because germs.

So this is my February/March combo post: Oh my goodness ladies are crazy.

Seriously.

I’m in the waiting room at the hospital, trying to quietly freak out with some dignity while my husband has a minor, routine joint cleanout, and there are some ladies behind me seriously testing the whole “quiet dignity” part of my day.

Okay, maybe I’m not that dignified anyway, but if I’m in here much longer, I might actually be tempted to say something.

They’re talking about how much they wish they had a serious illness so they could lose some weight. For reals. And then, when I turned around to “look at the clock” (because I’m super sneaky like that), I realized they weren’t two teenagers or someone extremely overweight, or someone who maybe is really suffering because of weight.

Both in their 50s, both a size six or so.

Right?

You’d rather make your family worry, and spend thousands and thousands of dollars to maybe be a size or two smaller?

Wow.

Is fat that bad? Are we all so afraid of having a little extra padding that it’s become the worse thing in the world? I mean, this is not the question of extra weight and health, this is just some ladies wanting to squeeze into a size two and being willing to “get some of that coronavirus, just for like a week or two” to do so.

Sometimes I enjoy being able to hear other people talking, but this is not one of those times.

Ugh, you two. Just, ugh.

Happy fricking Friday.