It’s been a while since I’ve posted a blog. Over a year ago, I guess. I wanted to make sure you knew it was really me, so I put a New York accent in the title.
You’ve missed my voice, right? So here it is without the accent:
When was the last time you talked non-carona?
It seems to be the talk-of-the-world. Everyday chit-chat has taken a back seat to Carona-Chat. TV news is full of C-Chat. And it’s news-worthy. But, and this is only my opinion, the news is the same over and over. ‘The Numbers Are Climbing’. Yes. Yes the numbers are climbing and the people who are watching the news to keep abreast of the virus aren’t the ones who need to hear this news. We know. We see. We’re pulling our hair out, what’s left of it anyway; and we’re thinking about wearing our masks to bed, just in case. (not really)
Some people are acting like spoiled brats. Yes. Grown-up spoiled brats. “I don’t wanna wear my mask! You can’t make me!” Well, then go to your room and stay there until you’ve thought about what you’ve just said.
These are smart people. People who are my friends and they love God and country and I still love them, I just don’t understand them. Why spin the wheel of death just to eat out in a restaurant? All the cool kids are wearing masks. Masks are the latest trend. Don’t you wanna be cool in a hot mask?
So, please. Don’t make me come over there. I don’t want to send you to your hospital room. I don’t want you to spread a virus you don’t know you carry. I want to sit next to you and I want to hug you until your head pops off after this is all over. I miss all of you. I truly do and it makes me so very sad and so very worried. And…it pisses me off. So wear your stupid mask while you’re out and about and practice social distancing. Terry has to rein me in on our walks because I’m a people person and I want to be closer. Think of me sitting in my house and taking walks around my neighborhood since March 9th. I haven’t been in a store or restaurant or church since February and I’m not planning on it for a long while yet. It’s been hard but I think my family and others like us, are making a difference by not being out in public. Ter and I are old(er) and our daughter is high risk. We’d be toast and you’d be the toaster.
Love and miss you….