Saturday Reflections ~ 2/27/21

I reflect on Thursdays, sometimes Fridays, and every Sunday but today I decided to reflect on a Saturday. Actually this might be more of a ramble than a reflection.  I have COVID grief y’all. Maybe its own health crisis!! See this post by M. Oniker.

We’re exhausted y’all. Seriously. My dear workmate said the same thing as we met over Zoom yesterday … something is off. This week sucked. Even worse than Snowmageddon the week before.

My guess is that subsciously we feel a life altering anniversary sneakily approaching.  Almost one year ago to the day … 3/6/2020 – 3/6/2021, Spring Break.  How’s that for remembering the dash! And this dash wasn’t a well lived life but a year that felt like forever in a dream.

Lulu had taken midterms, heading home with the BF. We planned a staycation opting instead to take a better vacation for her graduation. Hindsight 20/20, we shouldn’t have waited.  Of course, we could’ve ended up as some of Rona’s first victims. Recently a friend told me she and the hubby got “it” during Spring Break 2020 in NOLA. They never said anything to anyone.  Simply quarantined at home until better.

We really didn’t understand a lot at the beginning. Masks work, don’t work, and then work again. Wash your groceries, now that’s silly. Oh-M-Gee.

I got the call to stay put.  No need to go back to the office as a temporary precaution. Better safe than sorry. Then blink!  Almost 95% of our workforce is working from home.

Will we ever go back?  In the last all-in meeting, our CEO announced instead of extending dates, he’ll just say until further notice. He gave assurances if we don’t feel safe, no one will be forced. Meanwhile our building has won awards for COVID safety and seems to be primed for more occupants once again.

Why do I think we’ll go back voluntarily in somewhat short order? Cuz ya know, the vaccine is here. Yeah buddy! We got our first dose.  Part two comes Monday. I feel safer already. Of course we still mask it up, distance, and wash our hands in sublime warm & soapy water.  I was a hand washer before.  That part is right up my alley.

Sadly, we only hear the worst of the worst. In reality, 2885 deaths out of 2 million Bexar county residents is very small. But for those whose loved ones died, there is little consolation.  One avoidable death is one too many.

This week I can add three more names to the list.  Which is probably the real reason this week sucked.  Losing all three in such a short span was shocking.  COVID is “by name” REAL not “anonymous never gonna kill me or my family” real. 

For the families who lost their loved ones, may their memories be a blessing. Let the perpetual light shine upon them. QEPD!

As always, more to come.


#SoCS ~ 2/27/21

Here we go again. Yeah buddy! Time for #SoCS where the lovely Linda writes and I re-write Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-sty.” Find a word that ends in “-sty” or use the word “sty.” Enjoy!

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Hmm. Sty. Think, think, and think.

I have sty in my little eye.

I think that was a poem or nursery rhyme or I am #MSU = making stuff up. Mostly likely creating fiction. I have never ever had a sty. I wear glasses for a while now. In addition to my vision issues, I have allergy eyes that water like crazy but there are drops for that. OTC = over the counter not the crazy expensive prescription drops my eye doctor wanted me to use. Though where eyes are concerned, spare no expense. Fortunately the OTC is RX strength and was formerly prescription only. Funny how that works some times.

Oh wait! I remember now. I was originally thinking of I SPY with my little eye … something BLUE!

As a kid, I remember playing eye spy on every road trip. What a great way to keep the gang occupied. To keep us from getting testy or pesty or angsty or feisty or any other of the assorted sty ending words which mean irritated with having to sit in a car (in my case on the hump or the way, way back) for hours on end.

I have to wonder if kids these days even know what “the hump” is? Or the way, way back? Probably not. Like lots of things, those went the way of the dinosaur. Some times that’s a travesty but other times that brings the majesty of improving upon technology.

Alrighty fine folks. I have exhausted my use of sty. Here in a bit, I’m off to a stress filled Saturday of errands like I have not had in a long time. Fill up the tank, curb-side, post office, store return. Wish me luck.

As always, more to come.