Here’s hoping I don’t have ….
Here’s hoping I don’t have to use the phrase, “It’s snowing again” for a few months. Let’s say next January. Well, I can wish, can’t I?
My poor tulips and daffodils are laying flat. Hopefully they will recover. Last Friday I had taken a short ride just out of town and saw a good sign of spring. An Amish farmer was plowing. I’m guessing he probably gave his horses this week off.
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It has been quite a week, so far at least. The snow began falling on Sunday morning, but no sweat. I wasn’t planning to go anywhere. When 10:30 came, I was able to tune in and watch and listen to Pastor Dan explain what was different, just like the very first Easter.
It was comforting to know that Jackie, Sue and Mark were also able to tune in from their homes.
A couple hours later, Granddaughter Stephanie showed up with my Easter dinner. Well, make that feast, as I was able to get Easter dinner and supper along with Easter Monday dinner and supper without running out. That left some leftover Roger’s roast beef for sandwiches on Tuesday. Hard to beat a deal like that.
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It was Monday that really was a humdinger. I had big plans. It all started last fall when I had my check-up in October or November. The next morning I got a call from the doctor’s nurse. My first thought was there were big troubles. All she wanted was to make a six-month appointment to see me again.
That was a long way off so I didn’t write it down, but I knew it was coming up. Saturday in the mail came a notice that the appointment was for April 17. My plan was to call right after lunch on Monday and discuss the appointment. I never got to make the call. Doctor Thorne called me instead. He thought that from looking over my records it would be best to push the appointment back a couple of months. No argument there as I’ve been feeling the best I have for a long time.
Dr. Thorne may not be a specialist but he sure had a knack for knowing when I needed one. First, he was the one who discovered diabetes and carefully watched and prescribed medicine and insulin to keep it under control.
Then one day I complained of a small mole on my neck. The next thing I knew, a dermatologist was cutting it off and after an exam, decided it could have been cancerous. That also involved five years of check-ups with annual reminders to use sunscreen.
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Then one spring I wasn’t feeling well when we got home from Texas. Once again Dr. Thorne didn’t say anything, but sent me to another specialist. He discovered cancer growing on one kidney, which he was able to save with some surgery. Oh yes, another five years of check-ups which I have long out lived.
Next I went in for what I thought was just a routine check-up when he became quite excited. He even wanted his intern to come and listen. I never heard it, but ended up with an electric shock treatment for an irregular heart beat. In fact, I ended up with two but once I got over the stress it ended right then and there. So you see, I have lots of faith in my doctor.
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A week or so ago, Mark was talking about the quarantine and he said he’d mentioned to the kids at school about saving something from now to remind us in years to come what we are going through. At the time I wondered what I could put away.
Then the other day I found it. Laying next to my suitcase I used going to Florida was a newspaper I’d picked up on the way home. It was a USA Today and dated Feb. 27, 2020. The lead story that day was about the shooting in Milwaukee in which six people died.
On the right side was a story with the headline, “Trump tries to wrest control of coronavirus.”
The story was how he had denied that there was a problem and that if there was it would disappear when it got warmer. He also said the health officials were doing a great job and the epidemic was very well under control. The story continued by telling that a Republican political consultant had an idea. He also recommended a bipartisan committee be appointed and suggested Anthony Fauci, head of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Disease to head it. That just happens to be Dr. Fauci, who we refer to as the “Little Doctor” who often disagrees with the president and the things he is proposing.
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Then there is the story of hoarding and shortages, everything from hand sanitizers, toilet paper to milk. The best suggestion I saw yet was a sign on a bottle of sanitizer which read $3.59, second bottle $95.00.
I guess it is only human nature to want to make sure you have enough of something on hand, but there shouldn’t be a reason to store a whole years supply.
The strange one is milk. How can you hoard milk? My daughter Sue ran into a problem a few weeks ago when she thought she was ahead of the game and ordered groceries on-line. The problem was they never told her they didn’t have milk so she still had to go out and hunt for it.
The real puzzler is that some years back when there seemed to be an abundance of milk, Congress finally acted and created something called “The Whole Herd Buyout”, which was supposed to control the milk coming into the market. Shouldn’t that have ended any need to dump milk?
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Just a few things I read in a paper I picked up in Calhoun, Georgia, on the way home from Florida. There is a basketball court on the top floor of the Supreme Court building in Washington, D. C. It is called the Highest Court In The Land.
Strengths is the longest word in the English language with one vowel in it and “Q” is the only letter not used in the name of a U.S. State.
