Let there be masks

People want masks. That's for sure. Some governors are requiring them to be worn. I'm totally not in it for the money, but I'm seeing people all over the place who are profiting on the backs of this need. To me, a person having a mask is more important than money. I accept donations and that money goes for replenishing supplies and postage. I have given many away, and will continue to do so. Enough preaching. LOL

These are going to a family member who have a child.

Tracey sent me a photo of her crew. I'm sending her a ton of masks tomorrow and will continue to make more for her.

Tom is coming by for masks tomorrow, but no touching! I love that 2/3 of my kids are taking this very seriously. It's their future at risk. Our leadership is failing and has failed from the word 'go.' I'm not sure how this will play out, but for now, I'm doing something that makes me able to keep going. I have a job. 

We chose not to watch the news this evening. I just can't anymore. I know we'll watch again, but the hiatus was so necessary. 

On another note, Winnie made our mom's pound cake today. The smell when it was baking was phenomenal. As the woman in the Popeye's commercial says, I was feeling some things. 

Letter to my daughter

Understandably, my daughter is having a tough time with this isolation, uncertainty, and potential illness and death all the way around. We Face Timed earlier and I feel like I didn't really address her concerns. So, I wrote her a letter:

"Thoughts :)
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Donna Gettings Apperson <dgapperson@gmail.com>
10:02 PM (24 minutes ago)
to Allison

Hi there,

I am not discounting your feelings and totally understand the depression. Truth be told, I'm a little depressed about the uncertainty of it all and what the future may or may not hold. We have no idea where this is going to go. It's your generation's future in the long run, and how you and your friends handle this isolation and awful situation will set the tone for what comes next.

Dad's parents lived through a depression and did it well. Your dad and I have everything we need and no debt. We'll be okay. You have property here if you need it. In two years, all the land belongs to you and your brothers. That smacks of a real future.

I want you to be safe, but not paranoid. I can't do that for you, but with a little time and getting used to the reality of going out rarely, it will be better.

My way to handle things so far has been:

Listen to a variety of music. I've listened to classical one day, country another day, old rock another day, and on and on. It helps to turn the television off and immerse myself in music.

Puzzle books. I haven't done any yet, but I bought some. You know, the ones with the find the difference pictures in them? I've always loved puzzle books, so I have them for when the weather is better and I can sit outside and do some.

Avoiding news shows. I know I need to keep up, but I get sick of hearing about the virus over and over. I can't stand Trump and won't listen to him.

Social media. Twitter is hilarious. I love it when people call me grandma or say OK Boomer :)

Cleaning. I hate to clean, but I have been doing some because I like the result.

To do list. I make one every day. It always includes what I'm going to cook and do.

Cooking. I'm trying some new stuff. The only shopping I'm doing is the online and twice going out. I got the bread maker out and am going to try that in a week or so. No rush.

Exercise. I'm walking and stretching and Winnie's doing her own thing. Amazon has tons of exercise videos, so does You Tube and Hulu. It's a goal of mine to do something every day. I ordered the gym in a bag for stretching and stuff. I have hand weights, but they don't interest me right now. The stretch bands will help because they're a new toy.

Sewing. Totally not sure if I'll ever sell anything again, but I am sewing Halloween bags and stuff for later.

Naps. I love naps. They take 2 hours out of the day just like that.

Trying to avoid panicking.

Blogging or writing.

It's a process. Staying home and worrying sucks. It sucks big time. And I can't make that any nicer sounding than that.

You are like your grandmother - you're a worrier and always have been. That's part of being you. You can't change a lot of that right now, but you can try to make it a touch easier on yourself.

When all else fails, there are drum solos.

Much love,

Mom"

Take care of each other, people.