When I arrived at my office this morning, the first thing I did, was to place a call to one of my friends who lives out of State, just so to see how she’s been doing these weeks since all the shut-downs took place. I was happy to hear she was doing fine, considering how much more she has to keep to close to home, which is a big change from her regular routine. She did mention having a bit of a fever last night, but this morning she was fine, and was blaming it all on the hormonal changes women go thru as they grow older.
After our chat about where this virus is taking us, we both agreed that it’s going to be months, and possibly a year or more before our world gets back to normal. The game-changer it this whole business, is how soon there’s a vaccine created which can be mass produced and given to everyone. When that happens, I think it’ll be the key to getting all our lives back to normalcy. I wished her safe keeping and many days of health, and hopefully the next time we visit, we’ll both be back to our old selves.
It felt a little weird again when not having a church Service to attend on yet another Sunday morning. I did manage to spend about a half hour in a dark corner and get some praying and reflecting done, and most of my prayers were directed towards those who’ve been struck with the virus, as well as wishing North Iowa doesn’t get hit hard with it.
As the days pass, there’ve been times I get the feeling that this whole virus business is a bad dream, and anxiously waiting for someone to pinch me so I’ll wake up, but unfortunately, it’s real world, and we all have to make the best of it.
The bulk of my day was spent doing manual labor, and glad for it because it helped to redirect my thoughts towards something more constructive. Since I had a few waking hours last night, and then a work-out today, I should be getting a full night’s sleep tonight. I usually don’t have a problem sleeping thru the night, but the wind we were getting, kept waking me up. Those gusts were pretty strong, and it wouldn’t surprise me if there were some trees downed in our City.
One of my journal reader’s called today, just to to tease me about the “Sic ’em” I posted last night. She asked if I was on a path of resurrecting some of those old words which haven’t been spoken in years. I laughed when saying, “The funniest thing about using it, was that it just popped into my head, and especially strange, because I’d not read, heard, or used it in many years.” She went on with her teasing when saying, “You likely have a chamber in your brain where you keep all those old visuals and audios locked away, and you must’ve inadvertently opened the wrong memory door last night.” Too funny.
I would say the last time I heard that used, is when hearing an older man in an argument with another, and his last words before he walked off was, “You don’t even know sic ’em!” I’m sure many of you know that it was originally used when telling a dog to go after an intruder, or chase after another animal. I also remember when hearing “Sic” used when someone was talking about how one person encouraged another to verbally attack someone else. Yes, we do have some interesting words, which when used out of context, make absolutely no sense.
Since I’m on the subject of stupid, I thought I’d share a few euphemisms regarding stupidity with you, and they are as follows:
1. A few fries short of a happy meal.
2. The wheel’s spinning but the hamster is dead.
3. A few feathers short of a duck.
4. A few peas short of a casserole.
5. Body by Fisher, brains by Mattel.
6. Has an IQ of 2, but it takes 3 to grunt.
7. Proof that evolution can go in reverse.
8. Receiver is off the hook.
9. His antenna doesn’t pick up all the channels.
10. One board short of a porch.
Ok, I’m finished with my being naughty now, but I do think some of them are appropriate descriptions of a few who’ve crossed paths with you.
On the lighter side of my day, I decided to take a long drive in the country this afternoon, and today’s, was driving 15 miles away from our City, and then doing a full circle. About half the time I was on blacktops, and the other on gravel roads.
It was a much needed scenic drive, and especially pleasant when watching the sun dancing between the clouds. Both the Winnebago and Shell Rock Rivers were quite high, and running rapidly, and I didn’t see one duck or goose in their waters, and likely because of how fast they’re moving.
My heart goes out to the family members of the man who likely drowned in the Winnebago, and hopefully they find his body more sooner than later, because I’m sure they’re going nuts by now. For many years, I’ve told people how much they should stay away from the Winnebago when its water are high, because there’ve been many drownings in that river since the time our settlers arrived. Most don’t realize how deep it is in some areas, and when you have deep water moving quickly, that’s when it gets very scary.
Tonight’s one-liner is: Ego is the immediate dictate of human consciousness.