“If by too much care you spare them every kind of discomfort, you are preparing great miseries for them.”

Yesterday was winter. Even though I wore my fleece top over a flannel shirt, I was still cold. It was mostly a run to and from the car. I finished three errands, and if I add the stop at the ATM, we’re talking four. I haven’t been to the bank in months. This is the first time in a long time I’ve money in my wallet. I even used it.

I watched MSNBC this morning. A governor from some state with a huge covid outbreak was being interviewed. He said he knows masks work, but there is no evidence that mandating masks work. I’m glad I don’t live in his state.

I remember getting shots before I started school. My smallpox shot was on the top of my leg instead of on my arm. When we visited my aunt one time, I was out playing and tore off the scab-like cover of the shot. I cried not because it hurt but because I was afraid of needing to get the shot again. I didn’t.

My life in Ghana was filled with shots. We got them before we left, when we arrived, every six months and when unexpected major diseases were rampant. Besides the shots, Peace Corps also expected, maybe demanded, we take Larium, mefloquine, an antimalarial, every week. It tasted awful if you didn’t swallow fast enough. I took the pills during the rainy season when insects, especially mosquitos the size of birds, filled the night air. During the dry season, not a bug was to be had. It was wonderful. Under a basket lamp shade hanging from my ceiling was a spot of light on the floor. In the rainy season there were so many bugs under the light you couldn’t see the floor, in the dry, none. I stopped being compliant in the dry season. I didn’t get malaria. Peace Corps looked unkindly on volunteers who got malaria.

Last night I went to get something to drink in the kitchen. On the way I got distracted by some dust and a crooked picture. I sleeved the dust and straightened the picture then went back to the den. I had forgotten I wanted orange juice. After I had sat down, I realized I needed my juice so back to the kitchen. While I was there, I rearranged the kitchen counter. I also remembered to get my drink, ice tea, not juice.

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6 Comments on ““If by too much care you spare them every kind of discomfort, you are preparing great miseries for them.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I don’t see dirt or messes according to my better half. If I did see them, she would immediately have to show me how she would take care of it. I call it, “Let sleeping dogs lie”. It makes for a more peaceful home. 🙂

    Winter is still a long way off here as we are looking at lows of 60° and highs in the mid 70° neighborhood. I’m hoping for rain and supposedly, there’s a small chance of it on Sunday going into Monday morning.

    I hated shots as a kid and don’t relish them even today. However, I realize that the benefits outweigh the momentary discomfort. Sadly, the numbers of Covid cases and hospitalizations is going up here as well.

    Our lame duck Commander in Chief is sulking in the White House like a petulant three year old child in a 74 year old man’s body. Meanwhile, Rome is burning with the virus and he’s doing the only thing he’s good at, firing people. When the last one term President, George H.W. Bush, lost the election in 1993, Barbara Bush, the former First Lady was quoted as saying, “Get over it we lost”. The current First Lady is probably thinking, “Get over it, the divorce papers are on their way on January 20th. get ready to pay through the nose”. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      I am inherently neat, even was when I was a kid except when I didn’t wash out the glass I has used. That drove my father crazy.

      When I was out yesterday, I saw snow flurries for all of a minute or two. Today is a bit warmer than yesterday and tomorrow will be even warmer. It will be a day to be out.

      Shots haven’t ever bothered me. That’s a good thing given how many I’ve had. We were almost warehoused during our first round of shots.

      The upside of him hiding in the bunker is we don’t have to listen to his whining, to his lies. He cares nothing about people dying from his inactivity. His watching TV most of the day. The Bushes had class. I just read an article by someone who knows Melania well. She thinks Melania agrees with most of what her husband says and does. She’ll hang around.

      • Bob Says:

        Of course you are inherently neat, you are a woman. Woman seem to have a built in radar for discovering messy. 🙂

        What I can’t believe is that all the sane (I use the word losely) Republicans, can’t publicly admit that Trump lost. Do they seriously think they are going to over turn the election? Or, are they just going along to make the transition more difficult to help undermine the Biden administration? Whatever, they are undermining one of the pillars of our Republic, a smooth transfer of power from one party to the other.

        One article I read suggested that the lame duck congress might have to impeach and remove Trump from office. I would be opposed to that because then Pence becomes President for a day and he can give Trump a blanket pardon as Ford did for Nixon. I want to see the Secret Service physically carrying him out the White House door in humiliation. Preferably dressed in his underwear. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        Bob, if you were close enough, I’d whack you. Neatness is not genetic for women. There are neat men and messy women. It is a personal trait regardless of sex.

        I have no explanation for what is happening. I heard one theory is if the certification can be delayed long enough, the electors can vote for Trump.

        He is in his bunker sending out his secret service detail for McDonald’s and watching television while he tweets. He has done nothing at all since he lost except yell foul and cry. What a disgrace.

  2. William Sandford Says:

    I wouldn’t want Pence to pardon Trump. He doesn’t deserve it. Now he is interfering in a national election and is absolutely off the rails. Melania is already chomping at the bit to cash in on her prenup.
    In January 1972 I got malaria after stopping that vile medicine. Peace Corps never knew. I also had it when we returned. Malaria can be active in your blood for 2-3 years.

    • katry Says:

      You are such a rebel! I didn’t take that gross pill all through the two dry seasons and, luckily, I didn’t get malaria. Because you both got to Winneba later than we, did you get individual shot time?

      Pence is a butt kisser. He will do whatever Trump tells him to do.

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