Since we all have to live on in the COVID-19 quarantine, this Sunday’s report will be a little different than most. But first comes my own tally of six televised masses from the empty St. Andrew’s Cathedral in Grand Rapids. The eerie feeling of seeing the empty pews just refuses to go away.
And my cucumber seedlings are growing like crazy. I think I will have the first cucumbers grown in the sunroom rather than in the little veggie patch. We saw sun today after days of clouds. Yay, we’re moving on even in the coronavirus quarantine.
I am delighted to share this story about a one-room schoolhouse teacher, Addie Abel. It comes from our sister blog:
I am taking a break today from the daily routine of journaling the COVID-19 quarantine in Michigan. We went to Caledonia to pick up some crushed stone and the trailer broke under the weight. It took us more than an hour driving 40mph to get home. Most of the landscaping companies are now open after Gov. Whitmer eased the restrictions on Friday. I made a fun GIF yesterday, that I will post too. I called it the “Unicorn Fun.”
We also supported Lowell businesses- Big Boiler Brewing- with takeouts on Friday and purchasing a gift certificate to Sneakers matched by Canfield Plumbing and Heating.
Thank you health care heroes and essential workers for keeping us alive and fed.
Next post: pandemic dreams and empty spaces.
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Gov. Gretchen Whitmer eased social distancing restrictions on motor boats, golfing and landscaping at 11 am today, while extending the stay-at-home order until May 15.
Landscaping and nursery workers can return to work, and gardening sections in box stores can reopen now.
However, the Governor was crystal clear on continuing social distancing as much as possible.
“The overarching message is still the same. We must all do our part by staying home and staying safe,” she said. “Social distancing is our best weapon to defeat the enemy.”
This easing of restrictions is a result of protests “Operation Gridlock” in Lansing two weeks ago. It comes on the heels of yesterday’s death tally of 50,000 Americans.
Featured photo: Fishermen at Murray Lake keep their distance.
Thank you health care heroes and essential workers for keeping us alive and fed.
Stay tuned for day by day coverage of the COVID-19 quarantine in Michigan.
Next: Pandemic dreams and empty spaces
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Lowell, MI – April is poetry month. The featured photo is a poem “Love’s Omnipresence” by Joshua Sylvester printed on an Almond Butter chocolate wrapper.
My hopes are high as we await Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s word on Friday about the possible extension of the stay-at-home order and mainly about the reopening of the Michigan economy.
Coronavirus isolation.
To the dismay of the most vulnerable people in the COVID-19 pandemic, protests have been sweeping the country to reopen the economies.
In the meantime, I moved ahead with the “Greenwich Meridian Memoir” formatting on Kindle Create. The manuscript is now available for reviews. Please email Emma at emmapalova@yahoo.com for Advanced Reader Copies (ARCs).
Overall, it’s been a dark, cold and cloudy April in Michigan. We had an occassional frost in the morning. I managed only three walks to the Franciscan Sisters of the Eucharist, two walks on the trails, and a total of four zoo room meetings. But the main thing that I really feared is done until the next formatting comes up for the paperback.
I also filed for the Library of Congress cataloging number for the upcoming “Greenwich Meridian Memoir.” If you wish to check that out go to:
I have just found out that April is poetry month from the Library of Congress website. That’s good to know, since I love poetry, so I used Sylvester’s poem for the featured photo.
Hopefully, the economy will reopen to the satisfaction of everyone; I would be surprised if it did.
Introduction to the Greenwich Meridian Memoir
I wrote this introduction to the Greenwich Meridian Memoir during the unprecedented time of the coronavirus pandemic, as we celebrated the Easter Triduum in front of televised services in empty churches across the nation without audiences.
More than half a billion people around the globe are under a stay-at-home order to slow the spread of the deadly COVID-19 virus. This includes my homeland, the Czech Republic. The coronavirus did not discriminate or recognized borders between the states, the countries or the continents. Time will show if this was a modern apocalypse.
Our immigration story from former socialist Czechoslovakia to the U.S. has come full circle; from one history milestone to another one.
The milestone that offset our journey across three continents–Europe, Africa, USA– was the reformist movement known as the Prague Spring 1968 under the leadership of Alexander Dubcek.
The epic story of love and desire for freedom spans 52 years at the date of publishing of this memoir. The major characters, Ella and Vaclav Konecny, are my parents, to whom I have dedicated this memoir. Mom Ella was a happy pharmacist in former Czechoslovakia, while Dad Vaclav was an unhappy mathematician in the old country.
Dad’s quest for his career fulfillment has been a constant source of inspiration for me in good and in bad times. Recently, I found out that dad was afraid in the old country of persecution by the communists due to our religious beliefs. He thought that he wouldn’t be able to fully realize his teaching ambitions.
From the humble hometowns of Vizovice and Stipa in the hilly Moravia, we traveled to exotic places such as Khartoum in Africa, to the ancient Byblos known for its papyrus and the “City of Jasmine” Damascus in Syria with the Roman Temple of Jupiter.
We were no strangers to dangers connected to travel in the Third World Countries. My parents had a few close calls: the tourist boat on the Nile capsized with all the people on board either drowning or the crocodiles ate them in the murky waters, a week after we were aboard the cruise.
Then a cable car to the second highest peak in the Alps, Matterhorn, crashed also a few days after my parents were on it.
An interview with my parents in Venice, Florida in March of 2013 revealed that the hardest trial of all was the separation from the family back in Czechoslovakia. Nothing can bring back the lost time or not being able to say the last good-byes to the loved ones, as we have recently found out during the COVID-19 quarantine.
My parents both surprised me with an answer to my question about immigration.
“Would you do it again?” I asked seated in their pretty white dining room with mirrors in Venice.
The unison answer from both was a definite no. They both added their own written accounts of the immigration experience to the memoir, which I am grateful for.
I structured the memoir in a way that all three of us tell our stories. I lead off each chapter with the storyteller part, as I remember it. Then follows either my mom’s account titled “In her own words” or dad’s experiences.
I put emphasis on the phrase, “As we remember it.”
The accounts may wary in details, but together they bring forth a cohesive picture of immigration through the eyes of both adults and a growing up kid. The immigration experience has left its scars on all four of us, but it has also transformed us.
We lived through the hardline communism and the rolling capitalism. In addition to that, we are Catholics, so we have had the religious experience that is often tied to different regimes. Religion gave another dimension to our story, since it stood at the roots of our immigration together with the Prague Spring movement.
The immigration experience touched each one of us in a different way. Here is quote from my mom Ella:
During my lifetime, I have met a lot of good people that I wouldn’t have met in Czech Republic, because of limited travel. USA has its pluses and minuses–the society is too materialistic. In Czech Republic, we didn’t make a lot of money, but we were all equal. We had basic rights: right to work, right to education and healthcare. USA does not have that. People are afraid of socialism, but they basically don’t know what it is.I lived in socialism and I will continue to live in capitalism; one must try both regimes to know what’s better.
On the other hand, we most likely wouldn’t have houses, if we had stayed in Czech Republic. The majority of the population lives in apartments, that is if they are lucky waiting it out on long lists. I wouldn’t have realized my author’s dream in the old country.
The Greenwich Meridian Memoir is by no means a treatise on either of the above- mentioned regimes, then or now.
We each were free to return back to our homeland at any point in time during the 52 years. And we have. That is our story. Come along on a journey of a lifetime.
April, 2020
The latest COVID-19 tallyin Michigan on April 22, 2020.
Total cases: 33,966
Total deaths: 2,813
Thank you health care heroes and essential workers for keeping us alive and fed.
Stay tuned for day by day coverage of the COVID-19 quarantine in Michigan.
Copyright (c) 2020. Emma Blogs, LLC. All rights reserved.
“Hope…is the companion of power and the mother of success, for who so hopes, has within him the gift of miracles.”
– Samuel Smiles
Greenwich Meridian Memoir project update
By Emma Palova
Lowell, MI -Following the quote above, I am hoping to launch my new book the “Greenwich Meridian Memoir” at the Lakeshore Art Festival in Muskegon on July 3 &4. At this point in time, there are no further details available about reopening the economy in waves in Michigan beyond May 1.
Coronavirus distancing.
I am moving ahead with the formatting of the “Greenwich Meridian Memoir” on the Kindle Create platform by Amazon. I finished the front and the back matters for the book: these include the acknowledgment, dedication and intro to the book and the biography on the back.
I am including the full introduction to the book here:
Introduction to the “Greenwich Meridian Memoir”
I wrote this introduction to the Greenwich Meridian Memoir during the unprecedented time of the coronavirus pandemic, as we celebrated the Easter Triduum in front of televised services in empty churches across the nation without audiences.
Greenwich Meridian Memoir cover designed by Jeanne Boss.
More than half a billion people around the globe are under a stay-at-home order to slow the spread of the deadly COVID-19 virus. This includes my homeland, the Czech Republic. The coronavirus did not discriminate or recognized borders between the states, the countries or the continents. Time will show if this was a modern apocalypse.
Our immigration story from former socialist Czechoslovakia to the U.S. has come full circle; from one history milestone to another one.
The milestone that offset our journey across three continents–Europe, Africa, USA– was the reformist movement known as the Prague Spring 1968 under the leadership of Alexander Dubcek.
The epic story of love and desire for freedom spans 52 years at the date of publishing of this memoir. The major characters, Ella and Vaclav Konecny, are my parents, to whom I have dedicated this memoir. Mom Ella was a happy pharmacist in former Czechoslovakia, while Dad Vaclav was an unhappy mathematician in the old country.
Dad’s quest for his career fulfillment has been a constant source of inspiration for me in good and in bad times. Recently, I found out that dad was afraid in the old country of persecution by the communists due to our religious beliefs. He thought that he wouldn’t be able to fully realize his teaching ambitions.
From the humble hometowns of Vizovice and Stipa in the hilly Moravia, we traveled to exotic places such as Khartoum in Africa, to the ancient Byblos known for its papyrus and the “City of Jasmine” Damascus in Syria with the Roman Temple of Jupiter.
We were no strangers to dangers connected to travel in the Third World Countries. My parents had a few close calls: the tourist boat on the Nile capsized with all the people on board either drowning or the crocodiles ate them in the murky waters, a week after we were aboard the cruise.
Then a cable car to the second highest peak in the Alps, Matterhorn, crashed also a few days after my parents were on it.
An interview with my parents in Venice, Florida in March of 2013 revealed that the hardest trial of all was the separation from the family back in Czechoslovakia. Nothing can bring back the lost time or not being able to say the last good-byes to the loved ones, as we have recently found out during the COVID-19 quarantine.
My parents both surprised me with an answer to my question about immigration.
“Would you do it again?” I asked seated in their pretty white dining room with mirrors in Venice.
The unison answer from both was a definite no. They both added their own written accounts of the immigration experience to the memoir, which I am grateful for.
I structured the memoir in a way that all three of us tell our stories. I lead off each chapter with the storyteller part, as I remember it. Then follows either my mom’s account titled “In her own words” or dad’s experiences.
I put emphasis on the phrase, “As we remember it.”
The accounts may wary in details, but together they bring forth a cohesive picture of immigration through the eyes of both adults and a growing up kid. The immigration experience has left its scars on all four of us, but it has also transformed us.
We lived through the hardline communism and the rolling capitalism. In addition to that, we are Catholics, so we have had the religious experience that is often tied to different regimes. Religion gave another dimension to our story, since it stood at the roots of our immigration together with the Prague Spring movement.
The immigration experience touched each one of us in a different way. Here is quote from my mom Ella:
During my lifetime, I have met a lot of good people that I wouldn’t have met in Czech Republic, because of limited travel. USA has its pluses and minuses–the society is too materialistic. In Czech Republic, we didn’t make a lot of money, but we were all equal. We had basic rights: right to work, right to education and healthcare. USA does not have that. People are afraid of socialism, but they basically don’t know what it is.I lived in socialism and I will continue to live in capitalism; one must try both regimes to know what’s better.
On the other hand, we most likely wouldn’t have houses, if we had stayed in Czech Republic. The majority of the population lives in apartments, that is if they are lucky waiting it out on long lists. I wouldn’t have realized my author’s dream in the old country.
The Greenwich Meridian Memoir is by no means a treatise on either of the above- mentioned regimes, then or now.
We each were free to return back to our homeland at any point in time during the 52 years. And we have. That is our story. Come along on a journey of a lifetime.
April, 2020
Thank you health care heroes and essential workers for keeping us alive and fed.
Stay tuned for day by day coverage of the COVID-19 quarantine in Michigan.
Copyright (c) 2020. Emma Blogs, LLC. All rights reserved.
Among a multitude of other things COVID-19 has impacted how people meet due to social distancing. Since there are no coffee shops or restaurants open, a meeting alternative is nature. Even some parks are closed in Michigan.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon, we sat on the shore of Murray Lake with a friend. I will call her Lilian. She is a pretty blonde, who usually dresses up for the smallest of occasions. Lilian arrived all disheveled, wearing her black tights and a skirt with a flashy pink sweater. Her mask has slid down her chin to the neck. She drove 18 miles so we could talk about life’s troubles outside of the contagion realm.
We didn’t hug. She rolled out her sleeping bag on the green grass. I pulled out a folding chair from the trunk, that I didn’t know I had, and set it not quite six feet apart in order to hear her in the wind.
We watched the wind whip the waves on the lake from west to northeast as a blue heron glided above the water, swiftly navigating the wind. The water in the lake had a soothing feeling on the emotions that were riding high. Even though cars and bikes kept flying on the road behind us in spite of the quarantine restrictions, we felt a sense unity in the Coronavirus isolation.
Of course, we could have talked on the phone or texted. However, some things don’t convey well via media, and this was one of them. Just the fact that we could get together helped us both relieve the tension and anxiety of the last few weeks.
“Sorry, that I look like thrash,” I apologized for my Up North orange sweatpants and a black jacket with a ripped zipper. My hair was a mess too, due to the wind and the lack of a proper haicut.
“That’s ok, I had the same clothes on yesterday,” Lilian said looking at me.
“We finally meet under these circumstances,” I said. “It took Coronavirus for us to meet.”
During normal times before the virus, we had ample opportunities to meet in the eclectic cafes or restaurants in the Grand Rapids area. Seldom, we took the advantage of our freedom to meet, until yesterday.
What will the next meeting look like?
Work front in the quarantine
On the work front, I continued with my front and back matters for the upcoming book, the “Greenwich Meridian Memoir.” I will include the introduction in one of the upcoming daily posts.
Since the COVID-19 quarantine has impacted everything around us including book marketing, I was happy to find out that May is the National Novel Promoting Month brought to us by the goodwill of the NaNoWriMo organizers.
Join us in May.
Michigan may re-open on May 1
Below is a link to a warning from Dr. Fauci about premature opening of the economy.
“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.” – Bernard Willams
Lowell, MI- It would almost be a normal Sunday. I watched the orange ball rise behind the dark tree line from the sunroom. As soon as I made our Sunday egg casserole, the sun had already conquered the sky and lit up the sunroom completely.
To my delight, I discovered the first seedling that had sprouted in one of the plastic mini greenhouses. This will be a future red beet.
The yurts at the Franciscans.
But instead of hurrying to wake up Ludek so we can get dressed for church, I meditated with Deepak & Oprah “Day 3 -Hope in Uncertain Times.” He can sleep in a little, since it will be another televised mass due to the shutdown and social distancing. The drive and the dress up time cut off at least 20 minutes of prep time.
The other clue that it’s not a normal Sunday is my walk to the Franciscan Sisters right after the mass. Usually, we would go grocery shopping after the mass and then have a chicken noodle soup.
This was my third walk to the Franciscan Sisters during the quarantine. It’s been really nasty and cold in Michigan to do anything outside. The new normal is also Ludek calling our son Jake rather than going for a Sunday afternoon visit, which is impossible in the quarantine.
Also, I met with my friend on the shore of Murray Lake rather than in a coffee shop, because they are all closed.
To be continued…
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Lowell, MI- It’s a sunny Saturday in the quarantine so I write this with a light heart filled with hope.
As I journal through the Michigan Coronavirus quarantine, I have gathered some insights over the last four weeks. I’ve also learned new terms and words to enrich my vocabulary.
Personal Protective Equipment (PPE)
PPE can take on many different shapes and forms.
For me PPE constitutes a box of chocolates,candy bars, a head band flipped into a mask and winter gloves. For my husband Ludek, it’s a box of red Cabernet, a respirator and gloves. And for our son Jake, it is a six pack of Bell’s Two-Hearted, Jelinek’s plum brandy, gloves and a mask. Our daughter Doc Em just alternates the real hospital PPE gear with sweatpants in France.
New normal shopping
Number one: shopping in the quarantine is a mission and a challenge. First, we have to get ready our PPE consisting of masks, gloves, a sanitizer and a list. I don’t think bags are allowed or returnables in the stores. Usually Ludek goes by himself, but this time I was brave enough to join the adventure. I suited up with an orange headband that I slid down my face for a mask; I couldn’t wear the respirator because I couldn’t breathe in it.
Some shelves at Ric’s on Belding Road were completely wiped out. Most shelves had signs with limitations on the number of purchases. The dairy aisle was half empty offering only real butter. The store offered no ads, off course.
“I couldn’t believe there was no fake butter spread like the brand ‘ I can’t believe it’s not butter.”
Meat was expensive and nasty. We’ll see what happens with pork next week in the aftermath of the Smithfield plant Coronavirus disaster in South Dakota.
Just to make sure we have meat, we drove out into the country to Jones Meat Market near Saranac. The family-owned butcher shop offered high quality meat and sausages. Ludek spent another $80 and I restocked the freezer. People were properly social distancing outside the shop, while the strong wind was lifting their bandanas aka masks. I felt like in a bandit movie.
On our way back via Potters Rd., I noticed the signs by the road:
“Pharaoh, let us mow.”
Liberate Michigan
I’ve learned that Gov. Whitmer is now a pharaoh ordering her subjects not to mow, not to golf and not to plant, in the wake of the protest rally in Lansing on Wednesday. But, I’ve also learned she is being considered as Joe Biden’s running mate in the fall presidential election.
How did a medical problem turn political so fast? The political game has started.
Contagion
I’ve learned that the contagion may have accidentally escaped from the U.S. biochemical labs, if it first hadn’t leaked from the Chinese labs or maybe European? Which will it be? The blame game has started.
Parade of Planets
Early in the morning before the day brought in disturbances, I watched the “Parade of Planets” as the morning planets Mars, Saturn and Jupiter perfectly lined up.
The morning planets created the “Parade of Planets.”
Planting in a professional greenhouse box
I used a brand new professional mini greenhouse to plant seeds for our future dills. The store- bought seeds for $2.29 looked exactly like the ones from an overgrown yellow cucumber I had discarded into our manure pile last year.
Bummer, I should have known better. I’ve been growing veggies from seeds for the last two decades.
It was another great day in the quarantine.
Thank you essential workers for keeping us alive. We salute you.
Stay tuned for day by day coverage of the coronavirus quarantine.
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Gov Whitmer: “It’s better to be six feet apart than six feet under.”
By Emma Palova
Lowell, MI- It almost felt like a normal Friday: Work, journaling on Murray Lake and a dinner. Except it was a take-out due to the closing of the restaurants complying with the social distancing golden rule of six feet, as referenced by the governor.
The good news is, that there is a light at the end of the coronavirus tunnel. This morning Gov. Whitmer announced she is hoping to have some relaxing of the coronavirus limitations by May 1 in Michigan.
Coronavirus distance, isolation
As time flies by even in the COVID-19 quarantine, people are getting more innovative.
My husband Ludek came across this new invention during the COVID-19 closing of the restaurants and bars worldwide on Facebook. This comes from the Czech Republic and my friend Eva from Kromeriz told me about it as well.
The Little Beer Booth in Czech Republic- a complete self-serve. Photo by Tomas Babek.
It’s called either a beer booth or a thirsty window. The little beer booth allows you to serve yourself draft beer or soda, in gloves of course. There’s a slot for money and paper cups. It’s a lot like our little libraries in the U.S.
I saw on the news last night that the alcohol sales have skyrocketed by 300 percent during the state lockdowns. That’s not good, according to Dr. Mehmet Oz, since alcohol lowers body’s immune system to fight diseases.
Other innovations include buying a gift card from a local hair/nail salons, restaurant or a massage, and Canfield Plumbing & Heating will match it. Just send a pic of the gift certificate to office@canfieldph.com
Canfield COVID-19 matching
We even got a take-out from Vitale’s after the owner showed up on TV reminding us that they were originally designed for take-outs.
Geez, we almost forgot about them.
I knew I was in for a treat today when I read my horoscope this morning.
TAURUS HOROSCOPE
Behind your proper exterior beats the heart of a rebel. People would be very surprised to realize how offbeat you really are. Work is your favorite outlet for creative ideas and colleagues treat them with great respect. That’s because you not only propose new ways of doing things, but you have practical methods of implementing these concepts. As a result, you could get a reputation for being a mover and shaker in your desired field today. Blowing off steam with fellow visionaries may be appealing tonight. Call up some like-minded friends to share your experiences.
And the second cycle of Hope meditations by Deepak & Oprah started up again. Get rid of your anxiety and meditate for free at https://chopracentermeditation.com/
Stay tuned for day by day coverage of the COVID-19 quarantine in Michigan with an occassional glimpse from Czech Republic.
Thank you essential workers for keeping us alive.
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Hastings, MI – As the curve of the COVID-19 cases nationally continues to flatten out, people are still suffering, despite yesterday’s protests in Lansing against Gov. Whitmer’s strengthened quarantine restrictions.
For Tori Ann Hundley, 27, of Hastings, the sickness started with a tickle in the throat, followed by a cough and a fever, almost a month ago. But mild body aches grew into difficulty in breathing and resulted in four hospital stays between Hastings and Grand Rapids for a total of 10 days. The most recent one at the Spectrum Hospital in Grand Rapids on April 13, 2020.
COVID-19 patient, Tori Ann Hundley of Hastings
Spectrum Hospital staff in full PPE gear.
Staff at Spectrum Hospital
Staff at Spectrum Hospital
The diagnosis: COVID -19 with pneumonia complications.
“I couldn’t breathe,” she said. “I felt like I had 100 pounds of bricks on my chest. My vitals and labs were all over the place. I have a lot of other health issues that lower my immune system.”
At the hospital, Hundley was taking chloraquine and steroids through IV, but since she was breathing on her own, she wasn’t on a ventilator. She had to be taken off the chloraquine due to complications.
“I am always released after three days and then my lungs start to get bad again,” she said. “I have a partially collapsed lung.”
The Spectrum staff, according to Hundley, all were wearing the PPE gear and came only into the room to administer medications and pain control, and to help when she had to use the rest room.
“They are very precautionery with every step,” she said. “They are treating me the best they can under the circumstances they don’t really know how to handle this virus.”
Taking all the precautions, Hundley thought she wouldn’t be the one to get the coronavirus. She has a four year old daughter, Avery and a partner Tony Amelia.
“The only thing that is helping me get through this is my Lord and Savior,” she said. “I’m exhausted and want to give up, but I don’t because I have a daughter who’s waiting for me to overcome this.”
Hundley has difficulty getting up to use the rest room, and basically to function normally by herself on a daily basis.
“I am scared, worried and anxious,” said Amelia who has been taking care of Hundley and Avery.
Amelia has mild symptoms of COVID-19 that include body aches and a headache. The neighbors are shopping for them.
“It’s like the flu, only a hundred times worse,” said Amelia. “The body aches and headaches, it’s the worse I’ve ever had.”
Even though, the pain goes away for two or three days, it comes back, according to Amelia.
“It’s like a phase,” he said. “It’s scary. It’s a serious matter.”
The worst part for Amelia is seeing Tori going through the pneumonia complications.
“Her right lung has collapsed,” he said.
The right lung on the xray is collapsed.
And Hundley is exhausted from going back and forth between the hospitals.
“I am hoping for healing and for people to open their eyes before someone they love or themselves gets this awful virus,” Hundley said. “It’s a horrible way to spend this quarantine.
“It’s taken me too long to get better, because my immune system is weakened.”
Both Hundley and Amelia stressed the need to take the coronavirus disease seriously, in the wake of Gov. Whitmer’s extended executive order through April 30.
“This virus is no freaking joke and it has dragged me down to where I am exhausted and I want to give up, but I don’t because I have a daughter who’s waiting for me to overcome this.
“I am staying as strong as I can but you guys just need to take this moreserious and realize people aren’t as lucky as I am to fight this and it’s been a roller coaster ride. STOP COMPLAINING BECAUSE THIS COULD BE YOU!!!! ”
Even though Amelia doesn’t like the governor’s order, he admitted that it is necessary for people to stay at home.
“You don’t want to spread this or get it,” he said.
Hundley, emotionally drained and physically exhausted, said that people should stay at home, stop being selfish and complaining when others are dying and struggling with the disease.
“I am not doing well, I’m tired, exhausted and I feel awful,” she said. “I’m just praying for some relief soon. This is the worst I’ve every felt.”
Featured photo: Pixabay, coronavirus distance.
Stay tuned for day by day coverage of the COVID-19 quarantine in Michigan.
Thanks to essential workers for keeping us alive.
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