Non-Fiction Saturdays

I Am No Legend

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Art by Lauren Bending via Mixkit.co

I thought I would wake up to a ghost town–to people actually abiding by the suggestions of experts and personnel equipped to follow and track COVID-19, however, restrictions are being avoided and noses are pointed upwards at them in defiance as if to say, “This is my life. To hell with you people telling me what to do with it!” As of Friday, March 20, 2020, the state of North Carolina had 137 cases of COVID-19 and the numbers are steadily rising.

Heading out to work, the roads are still as busy as they have ever been, however, when I pull into my organization’s parking lot, there are fewer cars parked–fewer patients are keeping their appointments. We actually had several walk-in X-rays today and I thought to myself, “Why the hell are you guys even here? It’s not emergent. The back pain that you’ve had for years now can wait for two more weeks.” Then, I thought–“It’s calm now. The storm hasn’t hit. People are getting everything done before they actually aren’t able to do so for quite a long while.”

I understand the rebellion, but I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT, if that makes sense. This is not something people can see, touch, or control–it hasn’t directly affected us with a vengeance yet, so most are testing it. Most want to know if it’s REALLY real. And I am over here silently screaming to myself, but also to these people, “JUST LOOK AT THE NUMBERS, PEOPLE! WE MUST DO WHAT WE CAN TO PREVENT THE SPREAD OF THIS THING!” I imagine myself not being heard–a voiceless voice in the crowd, sheltered by disobedient adult-children who fear they will not get their way.


 

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Really, if I am honest, this reminds me a bit of I Am Legend. Of course, we don’t have the undead seeking out our blood, fearful of the light of day or ultraviolet rays, but we have a virus, a contagion, sweeping our nation in droves, and I think acting on the side of caution is wise. At this very moment, there are at least five people outside my building, huddled together, talking and laughing–having a good old time. I have my windows up for a good, night breeze, and I hear them. I wonder how many of them have even done what they have been advised to do. How many of them in their group are preparing for what could be the wildest thing we have ever experienced?

The dog and I cuddle together on my big chair like we do most nights. I turn to a good movie or read a book or we relax in the beauty of the essence of each other and we keep our distance from others. I walk her, speak to my neighbors in passing, and we come straight home. If I did not have to work, I would not leave my apartment, save for the duty of walking the Little Monster. I have my essentials. I have all that I need to survive for two-three weeks without having to go to the grocery store.

As much as I can, I am adhering to the advice and to the restrictions. Due to my job, as of today, I still have to work. We still have healthcare to provide. Our docket is not made up of only emergent cases as we have been advised to have, however, we have pared-down our schedule and many patients have canceled their appointments. I have to work tomorrow and it is a very short day. I will start my day there at the gig at 06:15 am and will prayerfully end it before 13:00 pm.

I have this feeling that when I get to work, not all sixteen patients who were on the docket before I left will be there. I have a feeling the number will be around nine patients. We shall see.

Be safe. Be careful. Abide by the restrictions implemented. Take care of yourselves, people. Peace.


 

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“Watchmen”

 

if I were ten years older,
would you come for me
like Sister Night chasing
Cal into a tiny closet?

would you watch and wait
with bated breath–your fingers
itching to tug at me in places
where darkness falls?

I thought I could woo you
with sweet words and
draw you to me gently before
first light of a naked morning,

but I was wrong.

you still cling to a masked lover
who’s afraid to reveal her
true self to you.

and I am done
charging down the streets
of hell, chasing after criminals
of love–empty from fighting
bad guys.


Watchmen is one of my favorite series on HBO. It inspired this piece.

The Simple Things #5

Every Saturday, I will share three things that I believe to be the simple things in life, yet things that make me extremely happy. I invite you to do the same.

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Photo by Suzy Hazelwood via Pexels

1. fresh fruit
2. ice cream sundaes
3. animated movies


Now, it’s your turn! Share with me (in the comments), three simple things in life that make you happy. Please reblog, share this post, and give others a smile and a little bit of love. If you reblog the post, please ping or tag my blog and use the words Simple Things” and “Happy” as your blog entry tags.

Are you ready, folks? Can we keep the love flowing by sharing the simple things that make us happy? This is our The Simple Things Share Post #5. Have fun and let the happiness begin!

Sights and Scenes and a Nonet

Today is my last full day in Anchorage, Alaska. I have a red eye flight into Phoenix early Friday morning around 12:45 am or so. Trust that I will have napped and be prepared with a full belly before taking on this flight. I am supposed to be back in Charlotte by 3:47 pm. I do not want to leave but in life, “all good things must come to an end.”

Yesterday, we went to see Rocketman and I cried like someone was stepping on my pinky toe while I was wearing stilettos. We also went to an inviting chicken spot called Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers and I had the four-count chicken finger basket with fries and coleslaw and it was delicious! Tuesday, we toured Downton Anchorage and had birthday lunch for my beautiful friend at Simon & Seafort’s. I had their fish and chips lunch special and I could have licked the plate. (Shh, don’t tell anyone that!)

Last night, we were hosted at my friend’s friend’s home where we had fresh Alaskan salmon, straight-from-her-garden kale, brown rice, and homemade birthday brownies. There are so many things to do and sights to see here and even if I stayed another week, I wouldn’t be able to accomplish seeing everything. I am pretty sure exploring the whole of Anchorage would take nearly a lifetime. And now, for the pictures:

Downtown Anchorage Condominium Building #1
Downtown Anchorage Condominium Building #2
Water fountain next door to Simon & Seafort’s
Fish and chips special at Simon & Seafort’s
Raising Cane’s Chicken Fingers
Powerful statement hanging above the registers at Raising Cane’s
Line them up: trees near my friend’s home.
Too big to eat cinnamon rolls at the sweets shop in Girdwood, Alaska.
Runaway sweet tooth: too big to eat cinnamon rolls and even bigger cookies

Traveling Shoes

please, load the memories up for me
make me feel like I’ve been somewhere
and have done something useful
exploration is key
we have unlocked doors
and walked through them
whole, unscathed
present
now

No Road To Recovery

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Closed Eyes|Odilon Redon — circa 1894

An Experimental Audio Micro-Poem

We have been stripped
of the lives we knew
 — thrown into
the lives we hate by
keepers who do not know
what it means to be kept.


Originally published in Other Doors via Medium.


*Author’s Note: The Powerhouse introduced The Handmaid’s Tale to me and I have found myself binge-watching every episode, trying not to let myself become too angry with each new dive into the “fictional” lives of women who have been stripped of the lives that they once knew and forced into the lives of those who want nothing more of them than “miracle babies.” I cannot fathom what it must feel like to be raped on a consistent schedule with empty rhetoric and twisted biblical scriptures as reputable reasons for their drastic and inconceivable ways of life decided by those in power or considered the “Upper Echelon” of the U.S. of A.What’s even scarier? It feels like we could be headed in that direction.