Category Archives: human behavior

relationships; society; sociology

The Coronavirus Pandemonium.

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Students, teachers, and parents have n.o. i.d.e.a. how to decide what to do with their children as the first day of school approaches. Fact: One Covid-19 positive person, regardless of age, can infect 100, in just days (see the church choir case). Advice and authority on the subject is as widely diverse as opinions on the severity have been among Americans since March.
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I am only one person. But, my body absorbs this chaos nearly every minute, even when I am going about daily tasks or trying to have a relaxing evening. It isn’t the virus, or even the restrictions, which hurt me; it’s the appalling absence of coherent leadership.
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How can School Boards decide? Do they have any more trustworthy information than the rest of us can access?
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How can Mayors? Governors?
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This is why a national strategy should have been formulated, distributed to every Governor, and then implemented with regular accountability by local authorities from the end of February. Instead, we were led by the emotional mentality of a fourth grader, and this is the outcome. Vote for a.n.y.b.o.d.y. else but the current incompetent on November 3. Mail it in, or show up at your poll. Do it.
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Unimaginably, our lives are at stake.
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Ruth Ann Scanzillo 8/12/2020
littlebarefeetblog.com

Telling The Truth About PROJECTING!

 

 

©7/29/2020    Ruth Ann Scanzillo

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To Really Walk Away.

Epiphanies have been coming, fast and furiously, lately. Maybe it’s that Neowise comet — a rush of cosmic energy. Or, the newly introduced blend of acetyl-carnitine and citicoline. Whatever.

But, here’s another. Lean in.

I rarely walk away.

Having suction cups for intentions, tenacity for a middle name, and persistence as a driver, I’m pretty much hopeless when it comes to letting go.

To my mind – and, apparently, constitution – holding on is a soul purpose. Holding on equates with staying alive.

Perhaps it’s an ingrained fear of the water. I can remember in childhood feeling frantic the first time the sandy lake bottom escaped my feet. Large motor coordination a profound deficit, not knowing how to float let alone swim, and the pain in my arched neck as suffocating droplets teased my nose and gasping, gaping mouth…..then, somebody bigger, stronger, reaching out with a large, hairy arm or a smooth, slimy preserver……”Hold on! Just hold on! I’ve got ya!”

Water is life. Without it, we die. Except for when it finds its way into the places where we can’t let it go.

So, I’m a tenacious little bitch. I’m the barnacle on your back, the bug in your ear, the text(s) on your phone, the car in your driveway.

I’m there, just one more time, with just one more breath, one more pocket of air.

Take it, while you can. It’s you, or me.

Wear a mask.

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© 7/24/2020  Ruth Ann Scanzillo.   All rights those of the author, your worst nightmare. Please respect original material; no copying, in whole or part, including translation, permitted without permission. Thanks, again.

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