Love in the time of corona #4

Well, we are still here. The days drag on though I have more things to do than ever. I am now making face masks by the dozen. A friend has just sent out her 13th DOZEN masks to our local hospital. And I just got another order for 84 from a methadone clinic; that's 7 dozen. Industrious lady. I couldn't figure out how come no one at the grocery was wearing one these past few weeks until it dawned on me that they cannot be bought for any amount of money, so I started making them. Here is the link: https://www.nytimes.com/article/how-to-make-face-mask-coronavirus.html complete with instructions from the CDC. I am using all the fabric left over from making my grandkids' pajamas so we have masks with Puppy Paw Patrol fabric, lady bugs, happy dolphins, Lightning McQueen, etc. The pharmacy inside the store happily agreed to give them out. They are going like hotcakes. (What are hotcakes? Wikipedia says it is a synonym for pancakes which usually go quickly.) I have even started making masks with a large round vinyl insert for lip readers to use.

Never before have we been faced with an invisible enemy. But, hey, I am a conscientious objector, and I still have to fight? Really? The whole human race has to fight this one.

The mystery of suffering is unanswerable. We can't explain it, so instead we lament, and try not to freak out.

And now I am confronted head-on with White Privilege.  Yes, I am a JAP, a Jewish American Princess. Yes, I am white. Yes, I am educated. Yes I have African-American son-in-laws and Black grandbabies and an Asian foster daughter. And Black friends, but am I color blind? Does this make me a White Supremacist too? Is my silence in the face of injustice my sin? Lots to think about. Lots to ponder.

I was laid off from work which has become a blessing. I have had time to write and read more and after one thing led to another I sent an inquiry letter to a publisher about my latest project and actually have a nibble. So I have sent on the beginning chapters and am on pins and needles waiting for an response. I will keep you posted. I promise.