Yesterday was a lovely day and I spent the early morning hours in my lily jungle.
As I worked around in my flower beds, I spent a lot of time thinking about Trump's order that all schools should re-open in the fall and his threat that those that don't will not receive federal funds.
As a former school secretary and a grandmother, I have some concerns about that. Children are vulnerable and adults are supposed to do whatever is necessary to protect them. It's our #1 job!
A statement that kept going round and round in my head that was made by the president: "The CDC guidelines for opening schools are
too expensive and too tough." Immediately, the VP said those rules would be revised, meaning "eased". Watered down. Less expensive.
There seemed to be billions of dollars to bail out businesses. Mostly, a lot of big businesses and corporations.
My question is, where is the money to help schools re-open safely?
In all my years as a school secretary there was never enough funding in our school district for each school to even have a school nurse. Sometimes there was a nurse, but that person was for the entire district, which consisted of more than a dozen schools, miles apart. A school nurse seems a requirement during a pandemic.
Will schools have enough hand sanitizer? Disinfectant wipes and cleaning supplies? Face masks? Temperature checks every day? Covid-19 testing readily available at each location?
Needless to say, I didn't sleep well last night. I had a dream that was more like a nightmare.
In the nightmare, Trump was forcing first graders to parachute out of an airplane.
Dozens of terrified 1st graders jumping out of a plane with their little parachutes on.
They floated down and splashed into the water. I think it was a lake.
There they were - all floating in the water.
Alone.
My Grandma Bear instincts bolted into gear. Somehow I think that he might have taken on more than he can handle. Mama Bears and Grandma Bears are something to fear.
Not my grandchildren!
