Ponderings, Raw

Quarantine Week #14

It is sometimes difficult to believe Covid-19 has impacted our world for so long, but here we are. It is currently our fourteenth week since Wisconsin schools shut down. Summer has arrived. Families are getting together. These are good things.

I have contemplated shutting down the “Quarantine Week” blog. Corona is in our world, ladies and gentlemen. It is an unfortunate reality, but we must adapt as well. We must now be conscience of our elders and immune compromised comrades. We’ll have to add Covid to our cough, cold, and flu season awareness. Everyone is talking about “new normal” or “going back to normal.” This is what you can come to expect.

On the positive side, we have seen some beautiful improvement to Earth and nature as a result of humans taking a break from being industrious. This is also good. Maybe more of us have come to realize there must be a healthy balance in our lives between work and rest. Remember to be a little more kind, a little more patient, and to be aware of others.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Raw

Quarantine Week #13

We’re easing back into it – this thing we call life.


Have you noticed the belt has gotten a little tight lately? Me too. I’m definitely less active working from home. This week, I took up running (you know, Couch-to-5K but probably more couch and less 5K.) It’s difficult to begin something you’ve never done before. Brand new to the sport, feeling like you’re doing it all wrong (I know, it’s running. Can’t really mess that up unless you biff in the middle of the street with all your Safer-at-Home neighbors judging you. It could happen.)

We’ve been working on eating healthier too – and wow, I almost spat out that oatmeal.

No sugar added, they weren’t kidding.

Geez.

Okay, I’m back with a lump of unprocessed sugar and some cinnamon. Sorry, but what a rude awakening. Beautiful morning, the sun is shining, the cat is frisky chasing imaginary bugs. Take a bite of breakfast and shock yourself into flavorless bitterness. I can’t believe my husband eats this oatmeal, but then again, he has a greater tolerance for things than I do. I can get passed the gritty texture if I don’t think about it too much.

Why are we doing this? Who makes this stuff and decides “Yeah, this is gonna be great. People will LOVE my oatmeal-powder concoction! These nuts are weird. I’m going to throw them in too!”

This has been enough of,

Fanny T. Crispin

Raw

I Miss You; Part 2

A new tribe.

I suppose the stars aligned just right to bring us all together. Most of us were from different States (two were from a different country.) Every weekend we laughed and played. Everyone felt welcome and accepted. I think when you find that magical host, you discover just how seamlessly they draw people together.

We didn’t have a lot in common – readers, doctors, engineers, warriors, and artists. We were a bunch of misfits, and our only common denominator was Jesus. And we certainly made the most of our time. I felt like had I rediscovered something lost from my childhood.

Sadly, nothing lasts.

One by one, they moved away. I suppose it was inevitable. We were from such different backgrounds. Most were uprooted and struggling to gain ground. I understand why they moved on.

A part of me is missing – twice stolen.

I miss the comradery. I miss the laughter and support. I recognize now how rough of a time I was having, and I needed the group just to make it to another dawn. It was a season of rescue and healing. Now I can stand in confidence.

It doesn’t make the goodbyes any easier or the hurt any lighter.

Fare thee well to wind and wave. Where you live shall be my home. Where you die will be my grave.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Raw

Quarantine Week #12

Have you been watching the news? It’s all starting to sound familiar, isn’t it? There was a case identical to this a number of years ago. There were riots then, too. You know what this proves, doesn’t it?

People don’t change.


No pandemic blog post this week, friends. My heart’s not in it.

This has been,

Fanny

Mind & Body, Raw, Thoughts

Quarantine -Wait, It’s Over?

Week #11

Wisconsin is starting to open up slowly, but civilians are rushing to their regular establishments. Masks are left flapping in the wind, hand sanitizer is disregard, and there is waaaaaaaay less than 6 feet between them. Should we continue to be angry at them for breaking social distancing? I’m not sure. What do you think?

Eventually, the fear must end. Concerned individuals are still welcome to remain in the safety of their homes, but for the rest of the healthy, immune-stable folks, Corona season is over. And truly, how different was this from flu/influenza season, pneumonia season, pox, measles, mumps, cold season? (I guess colds don’t kill, but to someone with a compromised immune system, a cold could be deadly.) You know, peanuts are deadly to some people. You don’t lock yourself up for that, do you? No. You take precautions and ask people not to eat or have peanuts in your direct vicinity.

All I’m saying right now is it’s time, people. It’s time to crawl out from our caves. It’s time to toss off the fear blanket. If you’re not ready, then stay in and take care of yourself. That’s a good lesson learned from all of this. It’s up to us to take care of ourselves – despite the criticism of others and their political agenda. Even if hogging toilet paper is your self-care, I guess… We shouldn’t judge. But I will laugh at you.

Stay safe, dear readers. Get some sunshine.

This has been,

FanTC