My Daily Struggle in the COVID-19 Lockdown

Today started out rough. As you can tell from my previous post, yesterday was pretty bad. I went over to see my grandmother, my cousin, and her children. They are doing as well as can be expected. They are getting ready for next week, going through her belongings. That is such as stressful and emotional thing to do as it is matter of going through old pictures and memoirs. Aunt Hattie certainly took a lot of photos! In fact, she took photos of everyone! I am going to look for some photos tomorrow and will post what I find. In other news, it seems that governor is planning to "reopen" the state in 5 stages. With all that has transpired, I hadn't the chance to read more into this. I should do that tomorrow. Alas, this lockdown has placed us into a stalemate. On the one hand, if we reopen the state too hastily, more people will get sick and die. On the other hand, if we keep this strict lockdown for too long, the state, and its less fortunate residents, will go bankrupt. ...

First, a shout-out to Kristen who posted a response to yesterday's post. I really appreciate it, and don't worry; I will not be stopped. In fact, I am going to tell you a story about a man just as stubborn as me (if not more): my father. He was born in Little Rock, Arkansas, and he spent a great deal of his childhood in Alexandria, Louisiana, during Jim Crow times. During such times, to the White supremacist and the "good old boys", there were four types of African-Americans: a lazy nigra (to replace a more offensive word), a crazy nigra, an uppity nigra, and a good nigra. The lazy nigra hated working, and his spent his time gambling, drinking, getting high, fornicating, and generally "shucking and jiving." Though he sometimes got in trouble, he knew his place, and he never stepped out of line and never dreamed of anything better for himself. The good nigra did exactly as he was told, and he worked hard at the job he was allowed to have, and he was content...

What started as a decent day went gradually downhill. The highlight of the day, ironically speaking, was when someone I sent a post of this blog to did not like my opinions and deemed them unsolicited. Instead of telling me directly, they complained to a third party who then accused me of using a public email group meant for something unrelated. I cannot give more details than this regrettably. These two issues are in the Top 5 of my pet peeve list because I cannot abide people talking about be behind closed doors, and I absolutely hate being accused falsely, especially on hearsay. It is an insult to my honor. We are supposed to be better than this. We are all adults and all involved parties are supposed to be Christians. I thought that the isolation and loneliness most of us feel would teach us how to treat each other. I don't bite, and I am not made of glass. If a person does not care to hear my opinions, they should be adults and tell me to my proverbial face. In fact, if an...