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This week I got involved in another project perfect for CoVid time. Volunteering to help translate a whaling journal from the original cursive manuscript to text so it can be put online. I was transported away from this world to a time when men sailed from New Bedford to Hawaii to hunt whales. Some days they would lower the boats threes times and return with nothing. Other days they would not even see a whale, and on other days they may see as many as 30 ships all “cutting & boiling”. I can’t imagine the smells and gore, and certainly pityed the whales. It’s a reminder of how prolific so many resources were, and how carelessly we have plundered many of fthem into extinction or near extinction. I wonder now if even the very oceans that sustained this adventurous crew are too far gone. I hope not, but the debate between lives versus livelihoods has not been resolved and we don’t necessarily learn certain lessons quickly.
February 12, 2021
Impeachment. Why are impeachment hearings being held for a president who is no longer in office? Impeachment is designed to remove someone from office. Isn't it? There are so many important things that need to be done in the USA, but our elected representatives are wasting time and taxpayers' money on a non-issue. Their behavior shows their lack of care and respect for those who elected them. It appears that they only care about their own arrogant agendas and egos. I am depressed about the ongoing and evolving virus, business and school closures, unemployment, isolation, hunger, and winter weather. The impeachment hearings not only add to my sadness, but make our country a laughingstock in the eyes of the rest of the world.
February 13, 2021
One year ago today we flew to Portugal for a business trip, and added on 4 days in southern Spain, Cordoba and Seville, to see something new, and continue our exploration of the Iberian Peninsula. We had spent a few weeks there in 2019, as well. We were beginning to read articles about a worldwide contagion, but no one knew what that really meant. No masks, no worries, just anticipation for another interesting trip. We flew out on a Friday, I recall, so that we could join up with others from the business side of our travels, to explore Sintra (pictured), a park area outside of Lisbon proper that is filled with castles and beautiful wooded areas. Beside the business that my husband did with this group, I had traveled with them for more than 10 years, and so we were looking forward to cameraderie during the first part of our travels, and then a fascinating getaway to what had once been a center of Jewish life, and tragically, after 1492, became the center of the Inquisition. One year ago we were packing for a trip. One year ago we were counting on business, history, romance, identity, incredibly delicious food, adventure and just plain fun. One year later, we aren’t packing, that’s for sure. Not only haven’t we traveled in 272 days, we haven’t even left the house for a few, because it is really, really cold outside (5 degrees Fahrenheit this morning). My husband is recovering from surgery, and hasn’t been “out and about” for almost two weeks. So here we are: no passports, no travel, no room service, not seeing friends, no wandering about, no adventures, just home. Not that I’ve ever been on lockdown before, it hasn’t been horrible. We are incredibly lucky. We have a market across the street, we have a roof over our heads, and a lovely home where we used to house constant visitors. We have Zoom and TV and phones, of course, so it’s not bad. But it would be nice to get out, if we could. While my husband is already over 65, I’m not. Thus, we aren’t old enough — or connected enough — to be on the list for vaccines. We are likely to remain here for quite some time. My excitement for today is to participate in a quilt ‘zetreat’— a day in my sewing room, tackling UFOs (UnFinished Objects) and NYSes (Not Yet Started projects), while keeping my iPad tuned to Zoom with my quilt guild friends. Since 2002 I have spent a weekend every January on a quilt retreat on Cape Cod, about 90 minutes from here, with other members of this guild. While this version is fun, it is a poor substitute for the real thing, a real getaway with laughter and learning, and a sense of accomplishment. No hot tub time, no dashing into a fabric store for a bit of this or that. No chocolate! No gift swap. There is, however, a sense of accomplishment as I check projects off of my ToDo list. Just a few more months, and I might actually clean up my colorful project room. For now, however, I long for a few mid-winter days off that could be spent outdoors, in the lap of luxury, with hot tubs, and swimming pools, and hiking trails and and sunshine, and starlit nights, and calm.
February 14, 2021
...despite CoVid ramping up there seems an air of calm about. Friends are getting the vaccine....and I’m watching videos of cows getting their hooves trimmed... so mundane... no longer scouring the news for whatever alternate fact had grabbed hold of the alternate news that seeped into an alternate universe that felt like it could explode at anytime... and it did eventually on Jan 6, threatened again for Jan 20th and yet a smooth transition minus the tradition of one President acknowledging the next. It’s nice to have grownups back in charge... what still waits to be seen is whether the bullies of the defeated can actually reconcile the fact that it is a new and different game...
February 15, 2021
About the only people I see are places I go for food, like the farmers market. It’s usually a five minute chat but it means a lot to me, ....a friendly face, a real person . Most know my name by now as I go to the same places every week, the coffee shop, the bakery, the library, the market, the yoga studio juice bar. I’m scheduled for my second vaccine shot next week and hoping that will make me feel safe enough to get back in public transportation, as I;don’t have a car. This next week should be challenging as we have had a snow storm and are supposed to get polar vortex temperatures. I have stocked up on food as news reports have been warning us all week. Still being stuck inside sucks. Besides there is a bed bug outbreak in my senior apartment building which has me freaked out. There are four apartments near me with bed bugs and extermination treatments have not been successful yet. Another one was done on Tuesday and hoping this takes care of the problem.
February 15, 2021
October 19, 2020 Photo sketch 1: Caption: Covid days Corn muffin in silver paper. These were plain but good with jam. Photo sketch 2: Caption: I will find peace and acceptance in this moment. Covid days
February 16, 2021
hey researchers i hope you guys are enjoying the memes. i honestly don’t know what the social restrictions are where i live right know. obviously i know there aren’t supposed to be big crowds anywhere and we’re supposed to wear masks but i don’t know any of the numerical limits for indoor and outdoor gatherings. i honestly don’t remember if we’re on lockdown right know. it’s too difficult to keep track. for me the problem isn’t legal restrictions as much as it’s my parents. i’m only allowed to hangout with my friends outside which is hard because it’s february and it’s 0 degrees and snowing. not being able to see my friends freely is really taking a toll on me more than anything else. i don’t care about masks or whether we can dine indoors or go back to school. i just want to see my friends so badly. it’s not the same online. texting/snapping is awkward, and calling is awkward, and facetiming is awkward. i end up isolating myself because it’s too hard to keep in contact with people. it’s so hard to answer texts and snapchat’s. i feel like an awful friend too. this is probably an important point in my life for social development but instead i’m just isolating myself. i know everyone’s teenage years suck but at least everyone else’s didn’t suck this badly. i feel like the most marked example of teenage isolation is the rise of fiction and escapism. almost all of my friends have found some media they use as a way to cope. don’t judge me for this one but right now it’s Taylor Swift and Glee (I KNOW IM SORRY). but i think i’m becoming so wrapped up in my own fantasy world i’m letting my real life slip. i feel like everything is slipping through my fingers. i just want to see my friends
February 17, 2021
Pre pandemic I saw my group of friends every week> when we would watch the Bachelor/ette together every Monday night for like the past 6 years. Since Covid we have been doing secret quarintina gifts for each other, drawing names and bringing each other gifts. Often there is a theme based on the time of year and this one was galentines day. This is the picture of what was brought to my doorstep on Friday by a good friend. While we text and zoom frequently, having a tangible connection to them has felt so important, and made it feel real, like right were friends not just on digital platforms. I so miss giving them hugs and sitting on the couch sharing snacks, but this helps a little.
February 17, 2021
Since April 14, 2020, I've been creating a daily Haiku accompanied by an image and posting it on my Facebook page. Today, February 16, 2021 is Day #304 Haiku in Corona Time Fat Tuesday today Laissez les bon temps rouler Day of indulgence
February 17, 2021
Esta semana tenemos dos días de vacaciones por carnaval, debido a la pandemia no podemos salir de paseo y decídimos salir con mi esposa a caminar a un parque cercano. La presencia de árboles y aire fresco alegra un poco este feriado.
February 17, 2021
In June 2020 we masked up and went to friends to celebrate the life of a tree that was burned in the fires in 2017. She seemed to be fine, but she couldn’t recover. Two traumas: Fire and Pandemic. I’m a poet and a photographer. I took this picture from the road as we drove to their home. My poem: Black Walnut In the distance a tall black walnut tree, an eclipse of her former self. Her branches, darkened by fire, reach toward Venus and the moon glowing luminescent. We approach with trepidation and the burden of farewell. Tomorrow brings sunrise, chainsaws, and men who may or may not appreciate she is Malka,* supreme in her realm. Sitting on the ground beneath her once verdant beauty, our mouths hold words, splendid jewels of love rendered into poems to surround her, a blanket shimmering with silver and gold threads. In the moonlight we reach arms around her trunk, hold strong to who she was as Malka: A haven for birds nesting, boys climbing, small rabbits shading. Nothing left to say but farewell and thank you for the hundred years of your presence. ©J.V. *Hebrew Origin: Queen Great news: Several months later a new young shoot grew from the stump of her life. I try to be optimistic. Though 2021 with no end in sight for the Pandemic is a challenge. I have started taking distant walks with very close friends, masked and grateful. I do walk every day with our dog. He doesn't wear a mask.
February 18, 2021
Photo Sketch 1: January 6, 2021 Caption: Covid days Trump Terrorists storm the Capitol. Processing...Pandora's jar. Anger, disbelief, numb, Alarm, Fear, Confusion, Worry Photo Sketch 2: January 10, 2021. Caption: Took a walk and laid my land on a strong tree. It was soothing. Covid and Coup days
February 18, 2021
I’m now in my late 50s. My mother often used to say, “it’s later than you think.“ I never doubted that statement, but living through the pandemic has turned my thoughts to my mortality and to that of my loved ones— and to trying to live each day with an awareness of what matters most to me. I don’t take for granted that I, or anyone I love, has any guarantee of life. At the beginning of the pandemic I was filled with such anxiety that it took me hours to fall asleep at night, I awakened throughout the night, and suffered from insomnia. I have type 1 diabetes, and persons with diabetes are at a greater risk for hospitalization, COVID-19 related complications and death from the virus. I haven’t been to the grocery store or any other nonessential public place in a year. I have only had a few essential medical appointments in person, one medical procedure, and two lab appointments for blood tests. I began to meditate in the spring of 2020 and now meditate at least twice daily; the practice has helped me greatly. I also begin and end most days with a prayer, something I rarely, if ever, did before the pandemic. My husband and I have two daughters in their 20s, each living in urban environments hours away from us. I try hard not to worry too much about their health risks as they navigate work and school, but that has been a challenge.I’m learning to let go of the illusion of control.
February 18, 2021
Ahaha...we made it through this snowy, icy week. Good to see folks outside today! Above 32°F today!! Sun is shining!!
February 20, 2021
Hope Springs Eternal The hospital is full, and we are holding patients in the emergency department. We had a brief decrease in COVID patients, but that did not last long. And it was a full moon. I came home from work one day and saw this flower blooming in my flower bed. It is the first spring bloom that I have seen this year. I live in the South, so it is not unusual to have flowers bloom early, especially if it has been a warm winter. For some reason, though, this caught me off guard. And I felt like crying. It's such a small thing, yet it had a huge impact on me. There is hope. Despite all that we have been through in the last year, there is always hope, and this is one way that God reminds us.
February 20, 2021
The pandemic is hitting records in Israel, but the vaccination rates too. Not far from our apartment, in Rabin square, there is a huge vaccination tent, one of many vaccination centers across Tel Aviv. All of our relatives and friends that are over 60, including all of our 6 (yes!) grandparents, received the vaccine shots, as well as some of our younger friends (doctors, social workers, teachers). But the vaccination festival will slow down in the next few weeks, since new supply is delaying. Actually the big tent in the square is no longer operating (the picture was taken yesterday) since they ran out of vaccines. As long as the vaccination operation went on, we were hoping to race our way out of this nightmare with an amok run. Now we are back to the gloomy days of the long passive wait: schools will close as of Friday, and younger people (younger than 60) will be vaccinated only in February. The passivity of the lockdown is in my eyes one of its most difficult aspects, the fact that the best fight is to avoid doing. To pause. The vaccines were such a success in Israel not only because it was what it was, but also because people could finally DO SOMETHING in order to get themselves and others out of it.
February 20, 2021
Every week I participate with friends in a painting challenge. We pick a theme each week and create a painting or drawing depicting the theme. This week the theme is Dream On.
February 20, 2021
This photograph was taken by me on March 28, 2020 at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. The entire airport was empty due to a lack of travelers from the COVID-19 pandemic.
February 20, 2021
Each evening, I have been photographing the view from the window in my room. The pandemic and the near-constant state of being cloistered indoors has me cherishing whatever little of the outside I have access to, and I find myself increasingly fascinated by the houses in the apartment complexes opposite with the light in their windows. They make wonderful patterns, every day a different one depending on who is home. It is an interesting and heartwarming activity to try to pick up bits and pieces of people's lives from what little I can see. I even feel something akin to friendship and camaraderie towards some of these homes, especially when it's really late at night and I see a house or two with its lights still on; it's like a murmur that reassures me that I'm not alone.
February 21, 2021
In late March of 2020, the University of New Mexico shut down the campus and all staff were asked to work from home. I packed up my office and brought my adjustable height dual monitor stand and computer home, and set it up in the sunroom. Some of the pros: It's nice not to have to commute anymore I used to wonder what the cat did all day at home. Now I know. If a service worker like a repair person or a delivery guy is coming to the house, I'm always home Some of the cons Despite upgrading to a more expensive internet service, and replacing the modem, the interrnet connection at home is still much slower than on campus. Especially the upload speed. I miss my co-workers, many of whom were friends and close colleagues. I find it hard to focus on work when I'm surrounded by all the undone chores and possible projects at the house Not sure if it's a feature or a bug: Being able to hit the kitchen for food anytime
February 22, 2021