RESUSCITATION OF BROTHER/SISTERHOOD

Though it feels like preaching to the choir whenever I publish a post suggesting that C-19 does not fool around, upon learning something new, the teacher in me feels need to share cautionary measures with you—

THE GUARDIAN
“Nick Cordero: Broadway star dies aged 41 of coronavirus complications”
“The Tony award-nominated Broadway actor Nick Cordero, who starred in hit musicals including Waitress, A Bronx Tale and Bullets Over Broadway, has died in Los Angeles from severe medical complications after contracting coronavirus. He was 41.”

“Cordero died on Sunday at Cedars-Sinai hospital after spending more than 90 days in the hospital, according to his wife, Amanda Kloots.”

“Cordero entered the emergency room on 30 March and had a succession of health setbacks including mini-strokes, blood clots, sepsis infections, a tracheostomy and a temporary pacemaker implant. He had been on a ventilator and unconscious and had his right leg amputated. A double lung transplant was being explored.”

Sadly—Cordero endured and died alone.
Please place stubbornness aside.
If you wear a mask so that others may live a healthy life
And if others wear a mask so that you may live a healthy life then
Together, we may participate in shortening the time it takes to
Resuscitate the concept of Brother/Sisterhood, and
As our just reward for kindnesses flowing naturally, back and forth
You and I may find ourselves lengthening each other’s lives
And what, I ask, could feel better during trying times than
Partaking in a simple plan that demands no more than
Placing stubbornness aside and masking up

THE DAY WILL DAWN WHEN THE UNMASKED HANG THEIR HEADS IN SHAME

I hear the word craziness, concerning the Covid crises, time and again.  During this prolonged time of quarantine, I hear myself using that very word whenever my mind wanders beyond my front door.   And it makes me crazy to know that much of this craziness will subside once people, who have lost their minds, change their minds about wearing masks—as if thousands upon thousands of deaths is not consequence enough to open closed mindsets to accepting reality, right now.

You see, I believe that he and she who remain unmasked will eventually come face to face with this deeper truth—the day will dawn when your eyes will open to the fact that you were accountable for prolonging this pandemic killer, unnecessarily, and here’s why I believe so many of those partying people will hang their unmasked heads in shame—given time—the truth wins out in the end ...

THE DAY AFTER THE FOURTH

Lest the serious nature of yesterday’s post leaves you thinking me morose on The Fourth of July, that was not the case for most of the day.  Once I’d vented, rather than frustration, nostalgia fit my mood to a tee.

You see, one of our neighbors had organized several neighbors, all garbed in R W and B, to participate in a socially distanced walking parade at 9am, hoping to beat the intensity of the heat.  

Much to our surprise, Will and I found a calling card left by the paraders at our front door, letting us know that our friends realized how much our spirits had longed to celebrate by parading with them.  This calling card proved to be a very special balloon, filled not with air but with love of dear friends who live near by ... and once its presence spoke clearly of love to me, I teared up

I hope your Fourth of July was peaceful—as for me, I waxed nostalgic for years past when we’d enjoyed sitting by the side of the road, eagerly awaiting the morning parade, up north in Pinewood where home made floats were happily created by families in their driveways, followed by BBQ at our cabin, after which we’d enjoy the local carnival until darkness fell, when we were seen gathered on blankets spread over the golf course, surrounded by family and friends of all ages, our eyes raised above the tall pines, star gazing, then marveling at the wondrous fireworks’ display lighting the night sky with sparkling tributes to our heartfelt devotion to The USA—filling my head with wonderful memories of bygone days—and as today’s train of thought feels ready for posting—please—wherever you’re quarantining throughout this wide, wide world of ours—be safe, stay well, create reasons for laughter, and treat everyone you meet with heartfelt kindness, every day.  🙋🏻‍♀️❤️🌻Annie

*EXTREME MEASURES—THOUGHTS ON INDEPENDENCE DAY

“Lately I’ve been thinking of extreme remedies. For extreme problems we need extreme remedies. That’s the phrase.”  “ ‘Extreme”

Excerpt From

The Feast of Love. By Charles Baxter

There are no extreme remedies to be found in the Constitution of The United States spotlighting emergency need to rid our nation of demented leadership, because the founding fathers could not fathom a populous that would elect a moron to hold The Presidency hostage for a period of four years; however, since the unfathomable has happened, it is incumbent upon Democrats, elected to public office specifically to protect the rights of the people, to brainstorm together with Biden at the helm until a surefire plan to win a solid majority of congressional seats—as well as the office of The Presidency—in the upcoming election is at hand.

Though I know that what I’m about to suggest goes beyond common sense, the fact that my spirit has aired the desperation felt by my soul eases my mind during this extended time of quarantine when intelligence hopes to save our loved ones from being amongst thousands upon thousands, who have already succumbed to trump’s despicable, moronic refusal to lead our nation toward recovery by wearing a mask.

If desperate times call for desperate measures then in lieu of ousting trump, now, what hardships will we find our great nation facing six months down the road if change for the better remains stalemated upon the whim of a soulless, hard hearted, underhanded megalomaniac whose lack of leadership continues to take us from bad to worse, pretty much unrestrained?

Perhaps Biden, supported by Democratic governors, has need to brainstorm a platform that may unify our nation’s sanity in some way that makes sense, being that blue states are saving men, women and children from dying, whereas governors in red states are cowering, heads bowed to trump, while people, who’ve lost their minds, are partying it up before besieging exhausted emergency room staff to work overtime to save their lives—or their grandparents’ lives—from C-19.

And as to livelihoods, which have succumbed or feel threatened to succumb to mask-less-ness, don’t even get me started on the lunacy of the imbecile, whose presence desecrates The Oval Office, every day—trump has to go—not in slo-mo but rather in fast forward ... and if what I’m saying suggests over throwing our government, well, I truly believe that all of my venting expresses exactly what most people feel.

Nuff said.  For now.  Why?  Because other pressing matters occupy my mind, and my need to restore inner peace proves greater than my need to vent frustration concerning those whose lack of common decency has been laid bare ...

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ONCE AGAIN, HOPE KEEPS MY SPIRIT AFLOAT—SO, WHAT’S GOING ON?

In all honesty, I’m not sure how restless my day will prove to be—last night, we received word that a dear friend was diagnosed with a brain tumor (only months after she’d undergone surgery—in Houston—for breast cancer), and then, this morning, our niece, Beth, called to say that her cousin, Eric, died after battling lymphoma for the last two years of his young life, and shortly after that, tightly coiled anxiety, suppressed deep inside me, uncorked.   So—

Before the dark side could swallow my spirit whole, I took my oncologist’s PA’s suggestion to heart and swallowed an Ativan, which she’d recently reminded me had been prescribed specifically to help me to move through circumstances empowered to trigger a melt down exactly like this one could become.  So—

Rather than watching my spirit sink too low, knowing that (resultant of this current spike in the Covid crises), my friend faces surgery in the hospital without family or friends holding her hand, I’ve chosen to float above anxiety, which tends to emerge once my questioning nature unleashes ‘what if’s’ that prove beyond my control.  So—

Since our friend’s second cancer surgery is today, Will and I are awaiting news, which we hope will confirm her surgeon’s prognosis concerning this second tumor being so small that they’ll go in and get it all.  So—

Though every post penned cannot reflect super human strengths coming to my aid when fear is in need of being placed in restraints, I can offer you sound reason to hold hands with hope, which plays a huge part in keeping my spirit afloat ...

👩🏻🌈🌻Annie

A BALM SOON TO CALM OUR NATION DOWN

Though it’s common for
The calm to come before the storm
I believe this change for
The better to be self evident:
Once the stormy years of trump have passed
The calm that’s bound to follow in
The aftermath of insanity’s tweeting tantrums
Will feel like a soul soothing balm as
The compassionate voice of
Experienced leadership considers the healing of
Our nation’s battered value system so seriously that
Making the most of our population’s diversity
Will surely become the top priority of
The President of The Re-United States of America
Come November when we freely choose to
Elect those to public office whose
Hearts and minds prove open to embracing
This opportunity to seriously resuscitate
The concepts of freedom, equality and
Justice for all human beings, —at long last!
And, while we’re at it, hopefully
You’ll agree wholeheartedly with me when
I say that it’s high time for one more state to
Take the moral high ground so as to ratify
The amendment to the constitution, which declares
Women as equal to men, once and for all!🇺🇸
Today’s train of thought is suggestive of
My fervent belief that the majority of
Americans will conscientiously choose to elevate
A strong sense of emotional maturity over
Childish power struggles for the sake of
Restoring our faith in unifying red and blue at least
To the point of raising The American flag to
New heights, which will, once again, be seen
Throughout the world as waving proudly over
Our nation’s purple mountain majesty
Annie 🙋🏻‍♀️🌈🌻

I NEED TO RELEASE THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT FROM MY MIND

Being that this next train of thought continues to tunnel through the depths of my mind, I’d like to air it in its entirety so as to clear my view of what lies directly ahead concerning my personal life, so with your permission, here it comes—

The present dilemma of parents throughout our nation concerns how best to keep our precious children as safe as possible when their fall semester of school reconvenes being that ‘the powers that be’ can’t get its act together concerning how best to mandate precautionary measures in hopes of safe guarding youngsters from Covid when school starts in August ...

The fact that we continue to be bereft of courageous guidance based in common sense coming from governmental officials elected by the people for the good of the people has let loose a monster in The White House, whose voracious appetite for power continues to blind his followers from seeing that they continue to free one man to viciously devour the well being of the American people as was true in Germany of Hitler, post WWI ... 

If re-elected, the donald will eventually disband boards of education, which will prove defunct, as we watch our educational system being replaced by trump’s youth camps, followed by his organizing other camps as history, disregarded, repeats itself—again and again!  Sooo—

Be scared.  Be very scared.  Be scared enough to vote this maniac out of office before he assigns you and me to a camp where fun and games and arts and crafts do not exist.

Just as ‘Never a dull moment’ has never before been so prevalent within our family (as has been the case, over this past year), the same is true throughout our nation, most especially over these past three and a half years—and just as our family comes together to brainstorm toward developing the best possible plan in hopes of keeping all of us as safe from catching and succumbing to Covid-19 as is humanly possible, leadership throughout every level of our government has got to ‘get its act together’ so as to evict trump from The Oval Office by acknowledging the fact that over these past three years, leadership, at every level, has been non existent, which is literally insane.  Sooo— if our elected officials have closed their ears and turned their backs on we the people then before checks and balances are defunct—

Let’s agree that we can’t depend upon our current government’s insanity to repair itself—so please, please, please—vote for sanity in November ...

Ooohmmm ...