Memorial Day is the holiday set aside to remember the men and women who gave their lives while serving this country. To say thank you for their supreme sacrifice.
Because parades and gatherings are cancelled this Memorial Day weekend, retired Air Force bugler Jari Villanueva and CBS News “On the Road” correspondent Steve Hartman are asking buglers and trumpet players across the country to stand on their porches this Memorial Day at 3 p.m. local time and play “Taps.”
The rest of us can pause for a moment to remember the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice serving this country as well as all the victims of the coronavirus pandemic while maintaining social distancing guidelines.
If you’d like to dust off your trumpet or bugle and sound the call, click here for directions on how to participate.
If you’re not a bugler then perhaps you can play a version of Taps from YouTube like this one.
Our local county judge issued an order requiring residents ages 10 and over to wear some sort of protective face covering when in public places. It goes into effect today.
Face coverings may be a homemade mask, scarf, bandana, or handkerchief, as long as it covers the nose and mouth. And there are exceptions for eating or drinking, exercising, or doing physical activities outdoors, and if wearing a face covering posed a mental, physical, safety or security risk.
Still the order raised all kinds of social media chatter and protest. Within the day, a legal challenge was issued. Did she have the authority to do so?
Consensus seems to be a resounding NO. But, so far, there’s been no rescinding.
Which led to this to-be-or-not-to-be Shakespeare question blog and my favorite thing – research.
The answer lies in the reason behind wearing a mask. Is a mask worn to protect the wearer from getting infected or is a mask worn to protect others from being infected by the wearer?
Imagine the coronavirus pandemic like a wildfire. People breathing out invisible embers when they speak, cough, or sneeze. Studies show sneezing spreads embers farthest, coughing second, and speaking least.
That’s a scary image and wearing a mask begins to make sense.
Wearing a cotton mask dramatically reduces the number of virus particles emitted from our mouths by as much as 99 percent. Fewer virus particles floating around means a better chance of avoiding infection. And if infected, a better chance of only a mild illness.
Mask wearing is like the emission filter on car exhausts and chimneys. My mask protects you; your mask protects me.
It’s called public good — something we all do to that eventually helps everyone. But how much public good depends on the level of participation.
In a perfect world there be lots of good mask wearing. Unfortunately, emission filters had to be mandated to cut air pollution. I suspect that’s why our county judge put out her order mandating mask wearing.
We’re living in a pandemic world filled with distraction and stress. That’s a big problem for our bodies that crave homeostasis (a relatively stable internal state despite changes in the world outside).
So how can we reconcile our body’s need for inner calm when what’s happening in our world is out of our control?
Photo by cottonbro from Pexels
Here are some experts’ suggestions I found to consider:
Eating breakfast keeps our hormones from crashing and helps fend off anxiety and depression later in the day.
Soak in Sunshine
Light combats depression. If you’re not comfortable walking with a mask, or can’t, open the shades or blinds and stand by a window or door, or pull a chair outside.
Go to Bed at the Same Time Every Night
This maybe even harder than getting up at the same time every morning. But disciplining ourselves to a regular bedtime that allows for ample sleep (at least eight hours according to experts) does make a difference in our daily health and energy.
Shut Off Electronic Devices Early in the Evening AND turn Off the Screens
This will help ward off Internet brain and stop your devices’ blue light from causing your body to be confused about the fact it’s nighttime.
Avoid spiraling into the black hole of news and social media
Yes, we need to be informed about important virus details and our responsibilities in dealing with it. Yes, we need to connect with family and friends.
Truth is, too much time online and listening to news only increases anxiety and worry.
Be wise. Give yourself a shield against the unnecessary anxiety triggers and information overload by setting limits to news watching and social media time.
Most important, Be Kind to Yourself
We’re all under enough pressure right now. When your chest and stomach clench with tension, your neck and jaw stiffen, tears build, and thoughts won’t settle, acknowledge you might need to chill for a while.
Stop what you’re doing. Read or watch something that makes you laugh. Maybe stretch out on the couch and do nothing.
Do what’s works for you at any given moment. To be of any use to others, we must first take care of ourselves.
None of these expert suggestions will make the virus go away but trying them may help calm the chaos.
Today is Happiness Day. It’s a bit of a strange topic when we have a pandemic going on and death tolls rising. Still, we can all use a little happiness with all this craziness bombarding us.
Where can we find happiness?
First, and foremost, turn off the news. Quit watching every single newscast all day long. Stay informed but take a break.
I think we’ve all gotten the message. This is not getting better. If you listen to the experts, it’s going to be worse.
Truth is we do not know. So why, listen to all the speculation that only fuels a pervasive dread of what’s coming next.
And, because you’re stuck inside try some of these ideas to find a little happy…
Now that you’re living twenty-four/seven with all your stuff, bet you’re finding there’s hardly room for you. Clean out that sock drawer. Get rid of what you don’t need, haven’t used. You’ll feel lighter for it. Happier.
Crisis, chaos, and change are the three components of every major event.
Remember the existential edginess of 9/11? It’s returned.
During that crisis, we hunkered down at home with loved ones close, glued to our televisions, as the world around us changed. Our hearts trembled in fear that day. We survived.
Crisis, along with its bedfellows of chaos and change, happened again during the Colorado wildfires of 2013.
Maybe not everyone, but edginess and uncertainty ruled with mandatory evacuations for us. We piled two cars with our most precious belongings, two dogs, and ourselves. Our home was spared, but our world changed. We survived.
Crisis struck again in 2017 when Harvey dumped torrential waters and once again uncertainty, losses, and dramatic life-changes swirled around us.
Now a pandemic called COVID-19, coronavirus swirls worldwide crisis and chaos.
There’s nothing good about this crisis. Fears are rampant.
No one escapes the chaos of bare grocery store shelves or quarantines, voluntary and mandated. NO toilet paper, really?
As we grope our way along through the chaos, here are six suggestions (paraphrased by me) from Writer Unboxed blog contributor Sarah McCoy.
Buy Flowers. Splurge on a bouquet at the store or pick some wildflowers or plant some seeds.
Get Outdoors. Self-isolation doesn’t mean we are locked in jail. Isolate yourself with a walk in nature. Drive to a nature trail, if necessary, where there are crowds.
A Song. Listen or sing your own. Songs are the medicine of angels, and it will resonate in you for hours… days… however long this quarantine takes.
Cook. To create a nutritious, virus-free dish for yourself and your loved ones is a simple recipe for joy.
Write A letter. To another person or yourself in a journal. According to the World Health Organization, the coronavirus can only live on paper for 24 hours. Letters sent through USPS take 2-3 days. It’s safe.
Read. For a writer like me, that’s a given. It’s my way to escape even when there’s no chaos.
Choose one or all of Ms. McCoy’s suggestions. Doing so requires nothing and will offer great relief from “the toxic fear plaguing us as tenaciously as this microbial foe.”
Take heart in knowing we got through 9/11, wildfires, and floods and so many other crises. We can rest in the assurance this darkness will give way to the light too.
In the grand scheme of things this is not even a blimp on the radar, only I recently had the word supper changed to dinner by a copy editor. Even with everything else going on in the world, that troubled me.
The editor said dinner is used more often. I responded in the South we eat supper and go to dinner.
That didn’t help.
Not to be defeated, I did my favorite thing—research—and discovered dinner doesn’t refer to a specific time of day but refers to the main meal. The word supper comes from the Old French word “souper,” meaning “evening meal.”
In her NPR interview, food historian Helen Zoe Veit says, “[In the 18th and early 19th centuries,] Americans regularly ate a light supper as their evening meal because they were eating dinner—the biggest meal of the day—around noon.”
(Who knew there was such a thing as a food historian?)
Anyway, Veit further explains the reason for eating the biggest meal at noontime was so farmers would have more strength and energy to get through the rest of their workday. When Americans began working away from their homes and farms and couldn’t easily return home to cook and eat in the middle of the day, large noon meals disappeared too. Having the main meal of the day in the evening meant they could spend more time enjoying their food and spending time with their family.
The word supper is more commonly used in Southern and Midwestern states. Mostly likely because those regions are agricultural.
Nowadays I think most folks eat meals at all hours, not necessarily by the clock or large meals. You can have brunch between breakfast and lunch and lupper between lunch and bedtime.
Heads up here… you’re not going to find that word lupper in the dictionary. It’s a word I made up to explain to my children why lunch was skipped and there’d be no supper.
I’ve lived long enough to know that life is never smooth. And, I know what’s happening around me can disrupt my writing brain. I’ve accepted that and adjust accordingly.
I can settle into a writing routine sans television and social media and pump out the words on my next work in progress.
Then whammy. World events erupt tossing an unexpected curve ball. The stock market sank 1,000 points.
Now, I don’t follow the stock market. But I do know enough to recognize a huge dip like that means there’s trouble in River City.
On goes the news again. I discover the cause. And this disruption is a Wowizer— coronavirus COVID-19 is threatening a pandemic. Fear over the impact on the economy is rampant.
All the journalistic sensationalism is troublesome. I’m not being blasé. I do realize the inherent danger and have amped up basic hygiene routines per CDC instructions.
But I’ve watched in utter amazement as media coverage has created its own pandemic. Shelves in stores are bare as people hoard assorted items named as potential to be hard to get. Prices of these necessary items are being raised to ridiculous amounts. (And, people paying those prices!)
I had a moment of reality when news came that the virus had spread to communities near me. I’m not carelessly believing I’ll be fine. I’m taking precautions.
But I’m not panicked.
We have food and supplies stockpiled (comes from years of living where grocery stores were a long way away and being snowbound happened too often). We’ll share toilet paper and Kleenex.
Whatever happens will happen. Nothing I can do stop to it or avoid it.
I didn’t know the term Black Swan. Business Major Hubby explained it was a term for an unpredictable event that causes catastrophic damage to the stock market.
Well, this disruption certainly qualifies.
Surely the mad dash to secure hand sanitizers, disinfectant, and toilet paper is straining supplies, depleting stock, and ultimately effecting a company’s bottom line. What manufacturer could have known the virus COVID-19 would increase demand and drain their supplies?
Never mind, too many of these products come from China where the virus has pretty much shut things down. The way COVID-19 is spreading worldwide the whole supply chain is being affected.
The term Black Swan itself originated from an ancient saying that presumed black swans did not exist then had to be reinterpreted to teach a different lesson after black swans were discovered in the wild.
(Probably much more than you wanted to know about the term, but what can I say, I’m a writer. I love research.)
The scariest thing about this Coronavirus Black Swan is the isolation that’s being created. We’re instructed to avoid physical contact-no handshakes or hugs, large crowds, and travel, particularly any foreign travel. Major events are being canceled. Cruises and conferences are canceled. Even the Olympics is danger of cancellation.
Disruptions that go way beyond my writing time!
This blog is not to tell you how to prepare or explain why companies should have known to have larger stock of certain items. It’s a gentle warning…
Sometimes, in our hyper-vigilance, we focus too much on news and social media. Neither of which are not the most reliable sources for accurate information.
Some of us will remember when February had holidays for only two presidents—George Washington on February 22 and Abraham Lincoln on February 16.Their actual birthdays.
These days we pay tribute to all presidents on one day in February.
To honor the two presidents with birthdays this month I’m sharing the stories of their marriages.
Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd Lincoln
“My wife was as handsome as when she was a girl,” Lincoln once told a reporter. “And I, poor nobody then, fell in love with her, and what is more, have never fallen out.”
Mary Todd, the daughter of a successful merchant and politician, attracted the attention of up-and-coming politician and lawyer Abraham Lincoln. They shared a love of politics and literature and a deep love for each other. Unfortunately, her family did not approve of the match.
When he won his Congressional seat in 1846, she followed him to Washington. Something unheard of at the time.
George Washington and Martha Dandridge Custis Washington
The romance of George and Martha was not a passionate romance by today’s standards. In the eighteenth century marriages were made to ease circumstances and build a good life.
She was the wealthiest widow in Virginia, with a 17,500 acre estate to manage and two very young children when they first met. He was a general who had just retired and needed a job. At the time of their engagement, they merely liked each other a great deal.
Eight months into his marriage, George wrote, “I am now I beleive fixd at this Seat with an agreable Consort for Life and hope to find more happiness in retirement than I ever experienced amidst a wide and busthng World.”
George and Martha chose their partners wisely, perhaps more than they realized at the time. According to historians, the couple shared forty years together during which they grew to love each other with true devotion.
Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. Time to think about how to show our Valentine love.
French writer François Rabelais offers this suggestion. “Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective, and valuable than words.”
How about these impressive gestures of love?
Shah Jahan, the Mughal emperor built the Taj Mahal as a tomb for his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died giving birth to the couple’s 14th child.
Edward VIII abdicated the throne for American Wallis Simpson. They married in 1937 and spent the rest of their lives in retirement in France. Makes me wonder if Prince Henry’s recent decision to leave the royal family was a gesture of love for his American wife.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning composed love poems for Robert Browning during their courtship. “Sonnets from the Portuguese” was published in 1850. That’s where we get the immortal line, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
Joe DiMaggio was married to Marilyn Monroe for only 274 days in 1954. He spent the rest of his life sending red roses to her grave in Los Angeles three times a week.
My love hasn’t built me a Taj Mahal, but he willingly completes honey-do lists.
He hasn’t abdicated a throne, but he promises me he would if he had one to abdicate.
His love notes aren’t published, but the words surpass Ms. Browning’s sonnets.
I won’t be around to see if he leaves flowers on my grave, but he surprises me often with a lovely bouquet.
I considers all his gestures comparable to those of the people above.
How will you share Valentine love? Are you willing to share some awesome romantic gesture you’re planning or have received?
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