Elle in The Time of Coronavirus - a Diary
A LIST OF MY life's little bad moments happened on Tuesday afternoon, to instantly shore me up - I am still here on the good side of them all enjoying the rest, as my late husband would have said, "The Good Stuff!"
If I am here, it's because YOU - and you know who you are - YOU ARE GOOD STUFF!
American Workshirt Study Water media cutout on paper.
Go right ahead and be a people - respect others and yourself if you are wobbly this is one of those times when you can win if you
FIND AN OLDER WISER ONE AND PRAY DO NOT SWEAR
"DO NOT FAINT BUT PRAY ALWAYS" luke 18ish
The List....wow, I am good ! :-D Bet you are, too!
I am defnitely respectful as ARC since VietNam, but not too afraid and working at home - focus on NORMAL as much as possible because it WILL get worse before it gets better. Sing - good for he lungs
Don't swear - it actually weakens you - or do WANT to give that much away? :-D
I was thinking, at "upper midlife" and busy as usual, of he times in the past where all good things were won during challenge and remembered a thing I was THRILLED TO FORGET:
My fiance andI survived the Forth Dix Viral Pheumonia epidemic in 1966, high fever, delirium, four sets of sweat soaked sheets and a month of weakness. ...and then it went on in my thoughts....
Such goodness, prosperity and happiness and fun was NEVER without The Little Bad Moment" ...
- But another month later, we joked about looking like Hollywood for our wedding photos with our superslim figures.
- And a week later, stranded on an island honeymoon due the blizzard of 1966 - ordered in room service and helped others
- And three months later, at Fort Knox with redcross helping new wounded on he ward and at homeoffice due to semi-quarantine to protect us during pregnancy
- And in shock at the same hospital when the crowding meant I was abandoned during labor with our son.
- And vilified 2 years later as a Pioneer Birthing room mom delivering our daughter, but a long-planned dream, rejoiced WHILE in labor
- And in a faint on the den carpet 9 months later from exhaustion and relief with our men home and loving us still.
- And in counseling when our new work was expected to go perfectly , with an infant on each hip, WHILE being called Yankees and Catholic like dirty words
- And ten years later, sudden-death widowed, recession nuked, with teenagers and great honors and gifts, abandoned
- And three years later empty-nested
- And three years later robbed of what cash I was able to restore, with the legal but not financial win.
- And one year later, spinal injury that left me sitting on the floor against my will
- And a few years later with my work at the OMG White House
And I am still at it and fine and grateful to be here without much obscenity or profanity and good health and willingness to work and play still as fine as ever.
YES...
