Clear as mud

I’m reading a book about Immigration.  It’s called The Undocumented Americans, by Karla Cornejo Villavicencio. I have never thought much about Immigration other than what I see on the news, which is vastly different (or at least not as thorough) as actually reading a book about it.  But this blog is not about Immigration.  This is about Karla Cornejo Villavicencio style of writing.  She writes in short sentences.  I am a rambler writer (when I write).  She would never use parenthesis. Or after thoughts. When I read a book with short sentences, I think like that after I put it down.  Right now my thoughts are short sentences.

I am moving again.  I look at several rentals a day. I am no longer looking to buy.  I am not competitive in today’s market. I am not sure how I feel about that. I am not sad. I am just moving on. I am sad about leaving this particular residence. I love my neighbors. I love my view. I can not see the view in the winter months.  There are no windows in the back of the house.  I have 4 windows. One of those 4 look directly into my neighbor’s kitchen. My bathroom is downstairs. My bedroom is upstairs. The heat on the first floor where the bathroom is does not work correctly.  I hate the cold. I am not moving back to Florida. I am moving somewhere where the heat works in the winter time. On all floors. In all rooms. I also need closet space. I have boxes and bins of photos. All people my age with children (or not) have photos. We also have shoes. I wear most of my shoes. I will wear more when I can go out of the house. I have nowhere to keep my shoes. I also have books.  They are piled on various floors. I do not have ample space in this current abode.

I think I want to live in the city limits of Pittsburgh. I think I want to be close to work. But I think I am NOT a real city girl.  I look at these places and then I think “where I am”? Beautiful views. But I don’t know where I am. I was very sad to leave Daytona Beach when I moved back in January of 2019.  But now I am very happy to be home in Pittsburgh.  I think I’ll be happy in my next place but again sad to leave this place. I will definitely be happy when I am warm and not tripping over my shoes. I want to find that next place soon.  I am tired of looking.

I have recently been exposed to an infected person with Covid. I believe my neighbor is infected. He is not the one I was exposed to. He is just an additional exposee. He is on his way right now to be tested. He does not feel well. I am worried for him. I am fully vaccinated. I can still get Covid and be a carrier without symptoms. My employer only cares if I have symptoms. If I don’t have symptoms I am expected to continue working in the office as long as I wear a mask 100% of the time and don’t eat lunch with anyone and don’t go into anyone’s office or meeting space. If I have symptoms I need to get tested they said. I said I think I should get tested anyway so I don’t spread it even though I don’t have symptoms. They said, it’s up to me. If I choose to get tested on my own, and the test comes back positive, I can’t go to work. With or without symptoms and masking. They don’t advocate for a test without symptoms regardless of exposure. I don’t know how to process this logic. They said very few people understand the logic of their requirements.  I work at home anyway. I don’t have a job that requires me to come in. I just wanted to know if I “wanted” to come in if I would be allowed or what the company line is. Now I know. Or do I?  I have a life outside of my home which is the one I care about.

The Spanish flu lasted 1-2 years. Somewhere between 20 million and 100 million people died worldwide with the Spanish Flu, according to Google. 675,000 US Deaths are attributed to the Spanish Flu from that time. Covid deaths are up to 555K deaths in the US. Worldwide 2.86M. The Spanish Flu did not last forever. Covid will not last forever.  

Masks were worn in 1918. I will wear mine in 2021. I have several that match my shoes.

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