the covid has twisted everything. Seems worse than the stuff we went thru in '80s w/HIV.
I wrk the Vac Clinic. We let a member of the couple or a parent accompany their kid go thru.
Sure followin da protocols, but they can go. The rural areas? probably still not up on proce-
edure. Its cuz we all gotta invent the 1st 500 or 5,000. In the 30 'inner' states it's gunna B a
lill behind. They'll get there. My concern is prep for the nxt virus. Supplies, $, policy'n procedure...
We R still in #3 (open/close/open) when the most ppl die (not #1, 1st wave). #4 is disperse vac, #5 is
PREVENTION (of nxt SARs, MERS, Ebola, C-24, etc). Don't 'kill' the government, get them goin, expert,
doin their job (o0OP, 4 got - I need to keep off the politics)...
8^0
EDIT:
Just read #32 - Good Attitude. Grin, bear it, push when needed. Take care of self, fam, neighbors.
We made up our own 'double bubble' in March '19. Couples, singles, old, young, different colors, religions,
incomes. Take care of each other. Assure needs R met, no covid is brought in. I just got back from a shift in a
neighbor's basement w/all the kids. I love the lill ones, mine R grown so I get to B around them, watched them come
home frm the hospital. We were in'n out of each other's homes B4 covid. Made some rules. One fella lost his wife winter
'18. We been shoveling his walk, makin sure the car runs. One lady is an essential worker. She is single. We watch her 2 kids
for her ta go ta wrk. One member of a couple (no kids, same gender) just got back w/all 5 fam's grocries, my turn this wk end. When
the covid hit the town was not there, went silent/dumb (as in ignorant...waitin on the State (well Commonwealth here, 1 of the 3). State wuz waitin on the Fed (U know how 'ucked they were). So WE, got goin. WE took care of ' hit. No 1 else would...1/2 the ppl left their jobs in fear. 1st time since the Great Recession took my job/career I got wrk. I took on 3 'essential' jobs. Some run from the house fire,
some toward. The situation cried out for it. Simple. Fill the vacumn, feel successful not defeated.
Reminded me of my dad (died @ 95 y/o the March B4 covid showed up). We did alot of sail powered ocean racin. One time 650 mi out to sea the hura`can came, broke the mast. Not the top 3rd off but @ the bottom 3rd. Means we couldn't hang sheets to the wind. He pushed the long broken piece over the port side, kicked the sail thru the triangle just off the water and flappin, noisy a constant 36 hrs, & we finished the last day'n a half on that. Move forward. It helps if ya smile. "Aint life grand !" AND...pretty soon...It Is !