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[Spiky Bugger]

“Pandemic fatigue” scares me. I don’t want my life at risk because others get tired of instituting precautions. I am tired of the restrictions but I won’t risk my life or the lives of others because of that.
I also checking off items on your “to do“ list gives you a sense of control. Now more than ever people need to feel that there is something that they can make happen. I am currently struggling with this.
Walking everyday was helpful but now the weather here more challenging. I am looking for some sort of normalcy or routine.

Maybe your insurance plan has something similar to the “Silver Sneakers” program that is for us old folks, 65 and over?

It’s free, so I signed up. Every few days, I get an email inviting me to an online live class or a video. That’s handy, because…since I haven’t done a single class…it at least gave me something else to ”do guilt” about.

I saw this yesterday:

 

[DianaCox]

I saw this yesterday:


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I see you read Hoarse Whisperer on Twitter too.

You need to tell your sister that since she cannot follow the stay-at-home rules, and since the pandemic is spreading logarithmically, neither you nor MrSue will be able to be in her presence for the foreseeable future, because you’re not ready to lose your lives, particularly in view of the fact that both of you will lose the triage lottery for ICU beds. You will not go to her house, she is not welcome in your house, and no car rides or in-person help will be available. You need to be harsh about this.

We had The Conversation last night at dinner. I am going to be grocery shopping online, and we will do pickup or delivery. It makes me a little crazy, because I wander the grocery store looking for things on sale or just available that I wouldn’t think of, and plan meals there, plus I can’t stand the idea of not picking my produce, meat, and flowers myself. But we are not going inside a store until we are vaccinated. The **** is about to hit the fan in an unbelievable way.

On the “bright side,” if anyone is interested in moving to my 55+ community near Phoenix, or just investing in one, there should be a bunch of homes for sale by the spring, since many GOP Covidiots live here. With so many homes for sale at the same time, it should be a buyer’s market.

 

[Spiky Bugger]

I think I already told her. She asked me to come over and help with deciding what piece of furniture she should put in the place where the collapsed ceiling fell into her dining area.

I explained that my doing that would cause WWIII with MiniSue who has already had COVID-19, knows how high risk her parents are and is doing her best to keep us imprisoned. Could she send a photo?

She did. So maybe she gets MY response, but not enough to apply the same standards to her non-essential errands.

 

[Spiky Bugger]

Today, she ONLY went to the bank (that was a necessary meeting, changing account ownership and such), and then to CarMax to unload her late husband’s car but then she “needed” a mini-legal pad, so Office Depot. And then to the little take-out restaurant.

[I’m not sure how we survived sharing a room as kids…but I DID move out the day before my 18th birthday. Mom threatened to have me busted on curfew charges, but I explained that curfew was 10:00 pm and I turned 18 at 12:01 a.m., and I was pretty sure I could hide for two hours, so “Yes, tomorrow is my burthday, but I won’t be here. I’m going to work now, so good-bye.”]

 

[hilary1617]

I'm with the person who is planning ahead for the Caymans. Planning for an amazing future trip is what will keep me sane.

That said, I'm up for an adventure so I've got a different destination in mind. When this is over, I'm going to Macchu Picchu. I haven't seen it with my own eyes yet. I and regret letting my pre-DS bod and then later, work, get in the way of past opportunities to explore it with family and friends. Also, viewing post-plague ruins at great heights seem to refresh my perspective.

We can only control what we can control, but we can at least do that. Please keep safe. My dad used to always remind me to persevere - "one's done all one should when one's done all one could." It's going to keep on being a long and bumpy ride. We need those seatbelts.

Hang in there and take care everyone.

 

[Larra]

And again, deep breath, accept, accept, accept. You can't change her, and she isn't going to change herself. Maybe if you just avoiding learning all the details of her daily life - it wouldn't change her, but you might feel less angst about her. And there's something to be said for that.

 

[Spiky Bugger]

And again, deep breath, accept, accept, accept. You can't change her, and she isn't going to change herself. Maybe if you just avoiding learning all the details of her daily life - it wouldn't change her, but you might feel less angst about her. And there's something to be said for that.

You are correct. But she needs to talk and we talk to each other a lot. I told her that it scared me and that I just wanted to tell her I love her, in case either of us end up on ventilators, good-bye. She already knows that MiniSue doesn’t want us to go there…or her to come here. She didn’t SEEM insulted.

 

[Larra]

It's great that you were able to express your fear for her instead of resorting to anger, which wouldn't do a bit of good anyway. And she knows you love her and care about her. Not much more you can do. Good job!

 

[Spiky Bugger]

It's great that you were able to express your fear for her instead of resorting to anger, which wouldn't do a bit of good anyway. And she knows you love her and care about her. Not much more you can do. Good job!

Thanks. And I again apologized for not “crossing” her.

We are 19 months apart in age. We were probably about 3.5 and 5 years old, playing across the street. She wanted to go home to pee. I was “busy” playing. Our mom glanced out the window and saw her younger daughter standing on the sidewalk crying, with very wet pants. Mom ran out the front door asking, “What happened? What’s wrong?” And she ratted me out. “Susie wouldn’t cross me.”

It’s been almost 70 years and I’ve been apologizing ever since.

[In my defense, when she and her friend MaryAnn were bickering about something, MaryAnn’s big cousin Nick (my age), hit my sister. So I broke two of his fingers. It was my job to protect her from everyone…except me. It was kinda cool, because the next day at school, all day long, Nick had to explain that a girl broke his fingers. And when the other kids learned that I did that because HE was fighting with a younger girl, he caught more hell.]