Doing the Right Thing

The governor of my state of Florida, Ron DeSantis, is “counting on people to do the right thing” about social distancing and wearing masks to reduce the transmission of the coronavirus. In the next breath, he shrugs off the young crowds at the bars, saying “people are going to do what they’re going to do.”

Do we do the right thing when we do what we do?

The answer is, as it often is, it depends.

Years ago, I was part of a wellness program run by Albany Medical Center and Dr. Drew Anderson, Director of the Weight and Eating Disorders Lab at the University at Albany. Dr. Anderson introduced me to the idea of making the right thing easy, and the wrong thing thing hard.

Set the clock to wake up early. Have your exercise clothes ready. Have more fresh fruit than less processed snacks at the ready. Make the right thing easy and the wrong thing hard. It’s a good way to structure your own behavior.

Things get sticker when the impact of our individual behavior spills out into our community. Sometimes, a physical reminder of the right thing helps reinforce the behavior, like placing doggie poop stations at strategic intervals in my community. (The Lopez Commission imposed mask-wearing on Kumba to help him resist over-reacting to other dogs. It’s working. He’s a dear.0

Kumba’s mask reminds him that other dogs are not a problem.

Suggestions are not enough when it comes to keeping society safe. Regulations ensure that houses in Florida are built to withstand hurricanes or storm surge. Laws have established speed limits, seatbelts, and airbags to make driving safer. When it’s a matter of public health, national security, or other overarching principle, the people we elect to represent us in government step in for the collective good.

Absent any action from the governor, the Palm Beach County Commission has finally mandated masks. The Palm Beach Post had urged them to do so in this editorial that ran the day before the vote.

No, this is not an overreach by the government. No, it’s not unconstitutional. And no, it’s not a question of your personal rights being taken away. It’s well-established law that elected officials have the right – no, the responsibility – to take actions to protect public health.

The Palm Beach Post

The Commission made doing the right thing easier. With our case numbers leaping ahead of most states, you know that my family is sticking with masks if we have to interact with the world. I have been transforming pillow covers into masks. It takes me a long time but is comforting, and I can see why knitting, darning, sewing have long been idle time activities. (Another weight management strategy: when your hands are busy, you’re not using them for snacks!)

Compliance isn’t universal, and not wearing a mask won’t land you in jail, although it carries a fine.

Four days after the Commission’s ruling, scores of partying 20-somethings made for an alarming headline: PANDEMIC’S YOUTH EMBRACE MYTHS AS CASES SKYROCKET.

“I think it’s a hoax, and I think that it’s just the flu on steroids.” She then giggled and walked into the restaurant without a mask covering her mouth and nose.

John Pacenti, The Palm Beach Post

These people are part of Generation Z, the age group that mobilized for gun reform after the Parkland shooting, and that have more recently marched in Black Lives Matter protests. I choose to believe that most of these young people, like us old people, believe in collective behavior for the common good. We’re just at home doing the right thing while the media interviews the partiers.

Stay safe, wear a mask, and be well!

For Better or For Worse Keeps Getting Better

My husband and I celebrate our 38th wedding anniversary today, and acknowledge our 42 years of being “an item.”

Between my three month hospitalization and nine month recovery, and our three month self-imposed quarantine during the Coronavirus pandemic, the two of us have spent more time together in the past year than in any of our previous 41. We each feel grateful to be able to count on such good company.

We didn’t get each other cards, which would involve going into a store — delegating such a purchase to Shipt simply doesn’t strike the right note. Instead, I gathered onto a frame old cards we’ve made and bought and notes we’ve left for each other and photos from many of the past 38 years.

My husband put his sentiments on canvas.

We won’t be going out for dinner. We have been in quarantine since mid-March and won’t be back in restaurants and stores any time soon. Florida is among the states leading in Coronavirus infections and mask usage is sporadic. Nope, staying home works very well for us.

We are each involved in channeling our feelings into creative pursuits. In addition to exploring canvas art, my husband is releasing the potential of palm leaves.

Surfboard length   palm leaf is stunning above our sofa
Gold dolphins dance above Panamanian molas
Solemn or celebratory? You decide.

I am back into writing mode after a little set-back. Having completed a final (careful when you say that, writers!) draft of my coming-of-age memoir set in the Foreign Service, I thought I needed to turn my focus to the story of this past year, working title of SURVIVING AMSTERDAM. After all, I had already sketched this tail out in this blog, here and here and here.

They say the devil is in the details. Indeed, I had underestimated the impact of learning exactly what happened to me last year in Amsterdam. Not bleeding out from the ruptured aneurysm was only one dramatic turning point in a story of much more trauma drama. This realization startled me on an intellectual level — “HOW long was I untubated!?¨— and distressed my subconscious, yanking me out of the sleep, exercise, and healthy food routines that had anchored my recovery.

Thank goodness for my husband, and our daughter, and my sister, who each had played a critical role in my Amsterdam story. Now, they helped me back off the deep dive. Indeed, I found I needed to NOT write about anything for a while. Instead, I painted furniture, converted household fabric into masks, and spruced up my study.

Pier 1 Import throw pillowcase made into masks!

With my mother’s rocking chair awaiting me, I am back to (really, now) final edits in the Foreign Service book. My next steps will be the topic of a future post.

Be well, practice social distancing, and wear your mask!