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The last four – five months have been taxing for most and horrible for some people. I fall somewhere in between.
Besides the virus, I’ve been dealing with my husband’s medical issues. Open heart surgery at the best of times is a lot to go through. But when the patient and the loved one can’t see each other, it’s a whole new world.
I was lucky to have a sibling and a few close friends and neighbors to help me get through that month without him. The first few weeks after he got home he needed a lot of help, then less and less. Now, he seems fine. And, I thank God for his recovery.
Bottom line is: I don’t know where the time went. But I know I wasn’t blogging.
There were approximately twenty empty chairs in the room on March 10, 2020 when she sat down. A senior citizen waited at a semi-metropolitan hospital, in a large rectangular almost empty room, behind the privacy barrier, for her husband to check in for his same-day surgery.
The woman observing and listening tried to think of
anything other than his surgery. Surprising easily done because a gigantic TV
screen, hanging on the wall in front of her, was broadcasting The Today Show,
out of New York. There were four newscasters, one was Maria Shiver. They were
discussing the Coronavirus. Only the virus.
Suddenly a couple walks in and they sat three and four
seats from her, respectively. Not across the room, like she would have. But,
within spitting distance.
Out of her right-side vision she saw the woman take
her left index finger and plunge it into her left nostril. This is when the wife
turned her head in disbelief. Only to see that she had great peripheral vision.
Damn.
Oh my God, she was raised in a barn, the observer was thinking as she turns her whole body to her
left. Still able to see the TV, but thankfully, not the nose digger. Once
again, she focused her attention back to the Coronavirus discussion. “After the
break, we will get the latest information on the virus from Dr…”
She never would have believed that the Coronavirus
could usurp the fear she had of losing her husband. But it did for a three-minute
period.
And then came the sneeze. Yes, the nose digger sneezed.
The listener became the watcher again; she couldn’t help herself; she turned her body back toward the nose lady. Do you think she sneezed into a tissue or her elbow? Hell no.
Gross.
Fear hit her. Fear for him. Fear of losing him.
The watcher moved as far as possible from the nose
lady without exiting the waiting room. She listened to the newscasters that she
could no longer see. They no longer usurp her fear, either. That was taken from
her with just a…
And she listened to the woman laugh at her for moving
after she sneezed. “What?” said the husband.
The wife whispered something to him and then they both
laughed.
Raised in a barn.
I’d like to say this isn’t a true story or that I wasn’t the watcher, listener and recipient of *“…droplets — as many as 40,000 — some of which rocket out at speeds greater than 200 miles per hour” from an adult who was too rude to comprehend, in a civilized society.
I’ve been using the Menu Bar I made last April for several months now. It’s extremely helpful and I’ve added another ten sites. Clearly it is such a simple way to have immediate access to websites you frequent. I had to update the legend, but that was easy.
I just look up the site number on the legend, that is in alpha order and then I click on the corresponding number in the menu bar above. Simple.
When is it time to find a marketing company for yourself and your books? I don’t know, but I think I might be there.
I have a BS in Business with emphasis in Information Systems so I think I have a better than average social media presence. I have websites, Facebook sites, YouTube accounts, a twitter account and…
However, maybe I’m not doing the right thing or enough of the right thing. Regardless, I’m tired of guessing.
Now where do I go?
I’m going to start by reading some articles on marketing authors. Here’s some of the first articles I’m going to read:
