Father’s Day

It rained all night. I slept with the window wide open because the sound of rain soothes my head and heart. As I sit drinking the perfect cup of tea on this wet morning I remember my dad. I think I started calling him Tom when I was about 13 years old, now I wish I had kept calling him Daddy. You can find Tom’s in the world but you only get to call one person daddy, I adored mine.

 

Washington state Covid deaths  1265.     VOTE BLUE.    BLACK LIVES MATTER

The words that surround me

Pandemic, Covid-19, virus,  wash your hands,  don’t touch face, wear a mask, I can’t breathe,  stay at home, wipe everything down, sanitize,  asymptomatic,  super spreader,  social distant, stay 6 feet away, wear your mask,  don’t touch your face, wash your hands, I can’t breathe.

George Floyd, I can’t breathe, police brutality, I can’t breathe, Black Lives Matter, protest, racism, white supremacy, I can’t breathe,  violence,  looters, police brutality, tear gas, rubber bullets, racism, I can’t breathe, take a knee, white privilege, Karen, Black Lives Matter.

Climate change, food shortages, weather extremes, I can’t breathe, dictator, white supremacy, I can’t breathe. Wash your hands,  wear your mask,  stay home, I can’t breathe.

 

As of 6/6/20 1,149 people in Washington state have died of Covid-19.

Sunday

Good Morning Sunday,  The birds have been singing gladly and I wonder how I could be here for so long and not know their song. So much to discover in my own backyard. I’m seeing paranoia rear it’s ugly head in pandemic posts and news. The latest is that the Democrats are manipulating the Covid-19 virus deaths to defeat Trump. The hospitals are lying about virus deaths to get Federal funds by including heart attack victims. That herd immunity works, look at Sweden. I guess we believe what we want to believe and I believe in community and transparency in government and that taking a long walk everyday is good for you. Have a peaceful Sunday

 

1,000 human beings have died of Covid-19 in Washington  state  5/17/20

I am on the radio @ KPTZ.org.

What makes us Remember?

 

Monday I had a hard time with myself. I say that because I am the only one who can cause me anguish while I hunker down by myself in my comfortable cabin in the woods where the pines and fruit trees blow their pollen with abandon. I wondered why I was so sad that my body ached. Was it the bad dream the night before where I was challenged with tasks I didn’t know how to do as I worked my way towards this new world we are making? Maybe. Then is hit me, what’s the date? Of course it’s about to be April 28th. the day my father died. Even if I don’t want to remember I always do. I used to think it was the brain that helps me remember but I’ve learned that my body holds all my stories.

 

765 people have died in Washington state due to Covid-19.  Very limited testing.

Easter

The word “Easter” and most of the secular celebrations of the holiday come from pagan traditions. Anglo Saxons worshipped Eostre, the goddess of springtime and the return of the sun after the long winter. According to legend, Eostre once saved a bird whose wings had frozen during the winter by turning it into a rabbit. Because the rabbit had once been a bird, it could still lay eggs, and that rabbit became our Easter Bunny. Eggs were a symbol of fertility in part because they used to be so scarce during the winter. There are records of people giving each other decorated eggs at Easter as far back as the 11th century.  From Garrison Keillor.

I don’t know about you but having to sit with myself without the distractions of the outside world has forced me to look at where and what I want at this stage of my life. Am I too old for dreams? What is the point of me?  Whenever it gets uncomfortable my instinct is to run. Move along go somewhere new and start over but I always take my baggage with me so I am still just repeating instead of creating. Just like Spring I am wanting to bloom.

We now have 28 confirmed cases in out county, testing is limited. 4/12/20

 

 

Sunday 04/05/20

I’m a janitor. Boy is it hard to say that out loud. I have been a janitor for over five years. I know I’m a janitor because when I got the job cleaning the yoga studio and office space that is what was written in the contract. It took me awhile to accept that being a janitor was what I did not who I was. 

I am still cleaning the yoga studio and office space and even though only two people are working there I have noticed that I get physically ill every Sat night before I have to go clean the next day. I also clean the radio station where I volunteer, I’m sure that place is full of cooties. Most of the volunteers are men and most of them just don’t enjoy a good disinfectant wipe they way a woman would. Statistics are now saying the virus kills more men then woman and that scientist think it has something to do with female hormones or some such nonsense. I don’t think so. Men do not pay attention. Men do not wash their hands like woman do. Men think they can “tough it out.’ Not this time boys.

There are 20 confirmed cases in our town but testing has been limited so we are told maybe more like 200.