As I like to say around here a lot — “the pain is finite.” The problem with most pain is, however, that you don’t know its duration when you’re smack in the middle of it. It feels endless. Will normal ever be normal again?
Yes, I’m awkwardly segueing to the coronavirus. How is everyone holding up?
I’m thinking of all our CN members, single parents home with kids, all the medical professionals out there on the front lines, all the regular working stiffs showing up for their jobs in food service, construction, farming… — THANK YOU. I knew you were mighty, but damn.
All the cancelled plans. All the people trapped with their fuckwit, not quite over the finish line.
Today, I just wanted to do a check in and hear how everyone is coping. What are you missing? Got big plans for when this thing lifts? Got a recipe you’d like to share? (We’re making a lot of soup at chez CL.) Got any TP you want to share? (The TP struggle is real! WHERE IS IT?!)
Actually, speaking of sharing, I had to interview some medical professionals the other day and their plea was if anyone has any medical N95 masks — please donate them to your local hospital.
Sorry, even your snarky, sweary CN page isn’t free from COVID-19 coverage. Will go back to regular programming next week.
What’s that picture, Tracy?
It’s my illustration for WASH YOUR HANDS and take this epidemic shit seriously. That’s my great-grandmother Wilhelmina. She died in the 1918 Spanish flu epidemic when my grandfather was 6 months old. That man she’s standing next to was widowed with three children at 27. He married Wilhelmina’s sister, Theresa, who was also widowed in the epidemic and had a child. And he cared for another widowed sister’s family too. The whole thing was so traumatic, they just merged the families and never spoke of it. My grandfather was an adult before he learned that his mother was his aunt.
I’m named after Theresa, the survivor. The aunt. My mother’s favorite “grandma.” I’ve been thinking about those sisters a lot lately.
Hold your loved ones close.
Tell me how we’re going to celebrate when this thing is over.