So last night Governor Baker declared a state of emergency for Massachusetts and as of this morning COVID-19 has been officially declared a pandemic by the WHO and in the meantime as far as I can tell our federal government is hoping that keeping their fingers in their ears means they can't be held responsible for the bodies stacked against their door. God damn it, the Depression took out Herbert Hoover and he didn't personally dismantle the banks. He did endorse the so-called "Mexican Repatriation," of course, so this terrible, stupid remix of the twentieth century rolls on.
I have decided it's not irony that my very early doctor's appointment yesterday gave me useful information. My hearing is undamaged; it remains what the ENT described as "supersonic." My environmental allergies are effectively out of control and their management needs to be entirely rethought in collaboration with a competent allergist rather than multiple well-meaning practitioners in different departments. I am not making this post for advice; I have a plan and an appointment and am assuming for the present time that it will continue to be possible for me to see the doctors that I need to. I am just so happy that I saw a specialist about a problem and the answer was not a shrug but some practical steps. Also it was nice out and I managed some grocery shopping and in the evening![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I walked into Union Square and watched The Sunshine Boys (1975) when we got back. "Was that joke from our act?"–"Who knows?"
Courtesy of tikkunolamorgtfo: I had never heard of the Ashkenazi custom of the "black wedding," held in times of epidemic—cholera, typhus, influenza. The image of the wedding in the cemetery is a powerful one. I wonder if a little of it filtered into Tevye's dream. Or An-sky.
I feel like my resting mode right now is anger and that is not physically healthy for me. I should do something with a movie.
I have decided it's not irony that my very early doctor's appointment yesterday gave me useful information. My hearing is undamaged; it remains what the ENT described as "supersonic." My environmental allergies are effectively out of control and their management needs to be entirely rethought in collaboration with a competent allergist rather than multiple well-meaning practitioners in different departments. I am not making this post for advice; I have a plan and an appointment and am assuming for the present time that it will continue to be possible for me to see the doctors that I need to. I am just so happy that I saw a specialist about a problem and the answer was not a shrug but some practical steps. Also it was nice out and I managed some grocery shopping and in the evening
spatch and I walked into Union Square and watched The Sunshine Boys (1975) when we got back. "Was that joke from our act?"–"Who knows?"Courtesy of tikkunolamorgtfo: I had never heard of the Ashkenazi custom of the "black wedding," held in times of epidemic—cholera, typhus, influenza. The image of the wedding in the cemetery is a powerful one. I wonder if a little of it filtered into Tevye's dream. Or An-sky.
I feel like my resting mode right now is anger and that is not physically healthy for me. I should do something with a movie.
