Who is that masked man? I am a prime candidate for contracting the virus: Stroke survivor with vascular dementia and hemiplegia. Partial paralysis and weakness on my right side. My friends in Taos warn me against hunting bear because I'm so slow and would be easy prey.
Every morning when I wake, I listen to my body. I hear and feel the air fill my lungs and try to detect any breakdowns. I've never had pneumonia, though some seasons I get a tinge of bronchitis. Even during allergy seasons my lungs remain relatively healthy. Most days, I practice the kundalini breath of fire for 11 minutes.
Yesterday, my shoulders ached something fierce. And I began to wonder, "If I were la cabrona, this would be a good place to start, in the shoulders then work down into the lungs."
During these fearful times, I think there's a lot of healthy paranoia going around.
Every morning when I wake, I listen to my body. I hear and feel the air fill my lungs and try to detect any breakdowns. I've never had pneumonia, though some seasons I get a tinge of bronchitis. Even during allergy seasons my lungs remain relatively healthy. Most days, I practice the kundalini breath of fire for 11 minutes.
Yesterday, my shoulders ached something fierce. And I began to wonder, "If I were la cabrona, this would be a good place to start, in the shoulders then work down into the lungs."
During these fearful times, I think there's a lot of healthy paranoia going around.
Death and Dying
Because I heard some place that aches and pains are a sign that you have something. Can you imagine telling that to a nearly 65 year old man in my condition? No wonder I'm a little paranoid. Ya know, there's always something to be concerned about.
By this blog's post time, 5pm on April 7, the U.S. had 392,285 confirmed cases, 12,627 deaths, and 21,368 recovered. Global infection cases tallied 1,413,415; 81,200 deaths and 298,389 recovered. My heart goes out to all the families of the deceased.
It's not so much death I am trying to avoid. Dying from Coronavirus, from what I see on TV, is a lonely, chaotic and traumatic process. That part I would prefer to side-step.
People are dying with only virtual mourners, and no one to even relay their last words. Eleanor Rigby comes to mind.
I plan on sticking it out at home as long as I can, if it comes to that.
All Medical activity defers to the virus. It's the reigning queen of pandemics. These cataclysmic events, like the 1918 Spanish Flu, come along every 100 years or so.
Because I heard some place that aches and pains are a sign that you have something. Can you imagine telling that to a nearly 65 year old man in my condition? No wonder I'm a little paranoid. Ya know, there's always something to be concerned about.
By this blog's post time, 5pm on April 7, the U.S. had 392,285 confirmed cases, 12,627 deaths, and 21,368 recovered. Global infection cases tallied 1,413,415; 81,200 deaths and 298,389 recovered. My heart goes out to all the families of the deceased.
It's not so much death I am trying to avoid. Dying from Coronavirus, from what I see on TV, is a lonely, chaotic and traumatic process. That part I would prefer to side-step.
People are dying with only virtual mourners, and no one to even relay their last words. Eleanor Rigby comes to mind.
I plan on sticking it out at home as long as I can, if it comes to that.
All Medical activity defers to the virus. It's the reigning queen of pandemics. These cataclysmic events, like the 1918 Spanish Flu, come along every 100 years or so.
To his credit, Bam didn't even growl. If You Go Outside, Be Safe About It
I don't live in total self-isolation, though most of my time is spent at home. As a stroke survivor, that's nothing new.
Chris made me a navy blue polka dot mask, and I'm careful not to make contact with anybody except at HEB, where it can't be helped. Maintaining 6 feet of social distance is crucial. But accidents happen.
Like the other day while taking our Chihuahua, biter Bam, I misjudged the distance between me and a couple walking single file down the stairs. We bottlenecked at the doorway, nearly bumping into each other.
I don't live in total self-isolation, though most of my time is spent at home. As a stroke survivor, that's nothing new.
Chris made me a navy blue polka dot mask, and I'm careful not to make contact with anybody except at HEB, where it can't be helped. Maintaining 6 feet of social distance is crucial. But accidents happen.
Like the other day while taking our Chihuahua, biter Bam, I misjudged the distance between me and a couple walking single file down the stairs. We bottlenecked at the doorway, nearly bumping into each other.
Bluebonnets and Indian Blanket A Texas Legacy
I live in a medium sized apartment complex next to Boggy Creek. From my back porch I can see the water flowing from all the rain lately.
In these precarious times, Chris and I like riding our bikes more than ever for the exercise and fresh air. At least once a week, we go to Govalle Park and hop on the concrete hike-and-bike trail which follows Walnut Creek.
The wildflowers along the trail are starting to burst: bluebonnets, Indian paintbrush, daisies of every sort, Blue Sage, wisteria, Mexican hat and verbena, to name but a few.
Beautifully stunning Wildflowers are a Texas Legacy that will endure as long as there's rain, wind, soil and sun, and human beings to bask in their glory and wonder.
I live in a medium sized apartment complex next to Boggy Creek. From my back porch I can see the water flowing from all the rain lately.
In these precarious times, Chris and I like riding our bikes more than ever for the exercise and fresh air. At least once a week, we go to Govalle Park and hop on the concrete hike-and-bike trail which follows Walnut Creek.
The wildflowers along the trail are starting to burst: bluebonnets, Indian paintbrush, daisies of every sort, Blue Sage, wisteria, Mexican hat and verbena, to name but a few.
Beautifully stunning Wildflowers are a Texas Legacy that will endure as long as there's rain, wind, soil and sun, and human beings to bask in their glory and wonder.
With a Bit of Luck, We'll Get Through This
While visiting the creek banks last week, I viewed a group of 7 egrets, two herons, a woodpecker and, of course, a raven. I watched a great egret take off with whooping fanfare, brushing tree tops on its way to a pond some 200 yards up creek. How lucky I was to have witnessed all that!
Until next time. Be safe, dear reader, and God bless!
While visiting the creek banks last week, I viewed a group of 7 egrets, two herons, a woodpecker and, of course, a raven. I watched a great egret take off with whooping fanfare, brushing tree tops on its way to a pond some 200 yards up creek. How lucky I was to have witnessed all that!
Until next time. Be safe, dear reader, and God bless!
Egrets in the Creek Fishing and Frolicking in Walnut Creek
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