Birthday Time for Don
When I had my quarantine birthday in April, I really never thought we'd have the same kind of birthday for Don, in October.
It was a good day though. We had a breakfast picnic at the park and we had pool time!
We celebrated in the yard, with Van Gogh and Mexican food.
There were gifts and a tiny cheesecake and birthday phone calls. Happy Birthday Don!
We stupidly made things less festive, when we checked the news. Earlier, we'd seen the announcement that Trump would be heading back to the White House. "Don't be afraid of Covid... don't let it dominate your life..."
How dare he say that, when nearly 210,000 people have died in our country. It's heartbreaking to think of all the people who have lost loved ones or suffered themselves. So many people haven't gotten the care they needed because of insurance issues or crowded hospitals. People have died who might have lived, if they'd been offered the care that the president received. How dare Trump act like Covid is no big deal, because he had it easy.
"I Feel better than I did 20 years ago!"
In his tweet, Trump claimed that he felt "really good", but why brag when there are people suffering right now... who are not on the steroids that the president seems to be enjoying.
Don and I allowed ourselves to pull away from fun birthday distraction, to watch Trump's arrival at the White House today. It felt odd and heavy. I'm not upset that the president is well enough to return. I'm upset at how he has chosen to dramatize his return.
The White House arrival felt like a scene in a super corny movie. Trump walked across the lawn, offering a thumbs up here and wave there. He climbed the stairs, giving the railing a tap a couple times, as if to say, "Oops, don't grab onto to that railing. Just pat it instead."
Then he paused and looked out over the grounds below. He whipped off his mask and stuffed it in his pocket and continued to stand tall and serious... like a king or a dictator. What was this show about?
A Different Birthday
Even after getting Covid, the president can't admit that this pandemic is very serious. If only he'd spoken up about what he knew, a half year ago, things might be different now. If he'd set an example and worn a mask and told us to listen to the scientists, today would have been different. Don and I might have celebrated by going to a restaurant or gathering with others. Most of all, we would have looked at the TV on October 5th and the numbers on the right would have been lower.
Looking forward to birthdays in 2021!
Cancer - Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!