Good News – The Coronavirus Edition

As we all (hopefully) shelter in, here’s some good news from out there:

Two six-year-old girls on my block play with each other by leaving love messages
from across the street.

Coco’s Welcome Home – Teen welcomed home to neighborhood after finishing chemotherapy, with an appropriately socially-distanced parade – Twitter

What the World Needs Now – Berklee Online College of Music student perform Burt Bacharach’s standard, YouTube

Corrido del Coronavirus by Los Tristes Tigres will make you laugh si habla español

Cheering our health care workers should become our new national sport – Twitter

The Great Empty – NYTimes features photographs of the beautiful works of people, without the crowds

39,000,000 masks sourced by a health care workers union – BuzzFeed

26 Pictures That Will Warm Your Cold Dead Quarantined Heart For At Least Two Minutes – BuzzFeed

James Dyson designed a new ventilator in 10 days. He’s making 15,000 for the pandemic fight – CNN

People are stocking Little Free Libraries with food and goods during coronavirus pandemic – CNN

BuzzFeed keeps us laughing

Discover a new poet everyday at– Here’s Louise Bogan (1897-1970) with “Words for Departure”

Hang in there!

Advanced Toilet Training

Photo by Mary Hodder

Photo by Mary Hodder

I didn’t realize that the Birthday Girl (almost three) had managed to sneak a rock into the bathroom until it was already in the toilet bowl. I looked down through the cloud of urine and partially dissolved toilet paper to where it squatted sharply against the porcelain, and my options spun quickly through my brain. Just flush it down? Put the girl down for her nap, then come and fish it out, ideally with tongs?

“Rocks don’t belong in the toilet,” I told my daughter, as I matter-of-factly pushed up her sleeve. “You may reach down and get it out,” I continued, in a friendly voice that nonetheless conveyed no possibility of negotiation.

It’s not often that you get invited to stick your hand in the toilet, at any age. She hesitated a second, no doubt torn between curiosity and disgust, then shuddered once her hand was submerged. Rock safely retrieved and discarded, neither one of us said another word about it as went on to wash our hands, very thoroughly. I suspect that is the first and last foreign object that will be visiting our toilet bowl. The birthday girl trotted off to her nap with a bit more than the usual amount of cooperation, and I reveled in the rare experience of that most satisfying parental experience: an appropriate consequence that does my job for me.