The Spam is Ridiculous by Sheri LeClair Banitt

I have been avoiding the blog because I am overwhelmed with the impossible Presidential election that is looming, the direct and indirect consequences of the Corona virus, and the unseasonable snowstorm that landed over 8 inches of powder before the colored, autumn leaves have even blown off our trees. It is hard to think of something meaningful, even motivating to share with an audience when I am feeling all kinds of mixed up emotions. Tonight, I decided I would face my apathy and push it aside with a new post. A great post. A post that would outshine many others. Because that’s what bloggers do.

Alas, the blog was bombarded with SPAM! The kind that gets through the spam filter and disguises as comments waiting the author’s approval. Let’s be clear; I do not approve. I do not like this spam. I am slightly amused, and highly annoyed with the kind of spam that the millennialboomer is attracting.

Am I to believe that what interests Boomers the most are drugs for erectile dysfunction and urinary incontinence? And that Millennials are most interested in buying a paper online? Well, I don’t. I don’t believe it and I don’t allow it. You may not push drugs on my blog and you may not steal my writing to sell to others.

I think what Boomers and Millennials want the most is the same thing that people want at all ages: connection, comfort, community and love. Where’s the Spam for that stuff?

I guess I’ll have to put it out there myself. But it won’t be spam, it will be old fashioned blogging with recipes designed to fill the mind and soul with goodness and love.

Covid-19 Fatigue is Real…and we’re not sick yet. by Sheri LeClair Banitt

2020 has offered the world some extreme challenges. In America, we are divided like never before in a Democrat vs. Republican election year. That is tiring on its own with all the media hype, the Russian trolls invading our social media and families divided by political rhetoric. There have been several natural disasters, including floods, fires and tornadoes. We have experienced a racial awakening in the aftermath of the George Floyd murder that took place in my home state, very close to home. With all of this, I find most daunting the fatigue that entered society along with the Covid-19 virus.

I’m not talking about the actual, physical symptoms and lingering effects that come with contracting the virus. I’m talking about the extreme fatigue that comes with being ever vigilant against this lurking threat. It seems there can be no spontaneity anymore unless you are willing to risk your own health or someone else’s illness.

Before leaving home, you must make sure to have a mask and check to see if your destination will be open and receiving visitors. When you get there, you must run through a long list of Dos and Don’ts. Do wear your mask and stay 6 feet away from anyone. Don’t touch your mask or anything around you. Do wash your hands thoroughly, but don’t use the air dryer in public restrooms-they spread germs. Do use hand sanitizer, but don’t use the kind that can hurt you. Do stay connected to people, but don’t hug or kiss them, don’t laugh too much or sing into someone else’s zip stream, (the air that lingers after you move – it has germs in it). This is just to manage your grocery shopping or a trip to the gas station.

For those who are still going to work in person, there are many more concerns than just the morning alarm, commute and what to eat for lunch. Now you must check yourself for symptoms every day and attest to being healthy, then submit to a temperature check. There are more rules and regulations to follow and that can increase the workload, just when we long for a rest.

If you are working from home, you are faced with distractions that are not present in the workplace. You must be engaged and productive even when the dogs are barking and the kids are fighting. Your home is exposed to others in ways it has never been before.

School kids, teachers and school support workers have strict protocol to follow each day before they can even begin to get to the real business of learning. Masks, distancing and electronic instruction are foreign and there is no historical data to support the new teaching model, leaving teachers tired and discouraged. Parents are confused and overworked and want a break from long days with children who are stressed.

We should save money in case there is a recession. We should spend money so there is no recession. We have to watch the curve, keep track of the numbers, make sure our elders are safe. We must feed the hungry and help our neighbors who have lost their jobs. We are fending off depression and domestic violence against people and animals. We struggle to learn new ways to communicate through video calls, social media, emails and text. We guard against gaining weight and feel guilt about the plastic and packing that comes with mail order delivery. There are so many things to think about and remember.

We’re tired, and we’re not sick yet.

September in Minnesota by Sheri LeClair Banitt

These are days before Labor day, right before school starts. We are supposed to be visiting the Minnesota State Fair. We should be walking shoulder to shoulder with thousands of others on a hot sunny day, eating food on a stick and people watching. We should be in the dairy building checking out Princess Kay of The Milky Way, carved out of butter. We should be awed at the crop art and tasting Minnesota grown apples and honey. We should be checking out livestock and watching horse shows. We should be buying trinkets and gadgets and spending money until our pockets are empty and we are too tired to take another step. We should be heading home with full stomachs and happy hearts. But we’re not.

We are at home with our memories. The weather is right, the time is right; we long for the fair, but we can’t go. The corona virus threatens to get us at every turn. We dare not mingle with the 250,000 other Minnesotans who typically attend the fair each day. We are grounded. We are safely tucked in at home with only our closest circles of people. We wear our masks when out in public. We long for next year and we hope things will go back to normal. We know the normal will never be the same. Our new normal will include the corona virus and all of its ravages. We hope for a vaccine. We hope our loved ones do not get sick and we make the best of what we have right now.

We can still enjoy the cooler days. We can walk in the breeze and say goodbye to the monarchs and hummingbirds. We can have one last meal outdoors. We can have late evening bonfires and roast marshmallows around the fire. And we can start planning yard displays of pumpkins and haybales and scarecrows.

We are at the beginning of pumpkin spice season, and nothing can change that!

Breakfast is a good place to start with pumpkin spice. You can get your coffee later to match!
This is a new one I haven’t seen before. But pumpkin spice Toll House cookies sound good to me!

Meeting People by Sheri LeClair Banitt

River walk.

I have been fortunate to be working from home since mid-March to avoid close quarters at my downtown office. This keeps the Covid at bay and I am thankful for the opportunity.

One of the great things about working from home is that I can avoid the daily commute. Normally, I get up at 5:00 and head out at 5:30. That’s a.m. I still get up at 5:00 a.m. but instead of heading to the office, now I can enjoy a cup of coffee with my husband before he leaves for work. Then I log in at 6:00 a.m. and do a few things before I take my little dogs for a walk on my morning break.

We all need a haircut.

For several weeks, the dogs and I haved passed the same woman, child and dog on our early morning walk and sometimes on our lunchtime walk. We all recognize each other and exchange smiles and covid-style, social distance greetings. Today, I was compelled to say, “We seem to be on the same schedule”. This was the opening that was needed to connect with this family.

We exchanged names, talked about the dogs and our walking and how things have changed so much recently. I got more details about this woman and child than I expected, and I recognized her loneliness and need to talk.

It bothered me the way the woman was talking about her life and her child and the missing father. I could see the child shrink at some of the things that were said. The child spoke a bit too, and I sensed a need for a listener. This family is having a hard time with life right now and I left feeling that maybe I should do something to help them.

Then I realized that we met, we talked, we got to know each other a little bit. We will see each other on our walks and if something needs doing, it will present itself to me. So, while I cannot heal the world, I can be attentive to the people I meet and look for ways to enrich them. Listening is a gift that is easy to give and one we all enjoy.

I am Changed by Sheri LeClair Banitt

On May 25, 2020 my Facebook news feed showed me the murder of a black man. Murdered by a white police officer while a crowd of people watched, including three other police officers. I watched. I watched again. I watched again. I could see he lost bladder control, I could hear his cries for mercy and his cries for his mama. I could see his body go limp. I could see a police officer, unmoved, in position, with a knee on his neck while the life drained out of him. I was shaken, I was sickened, I was upset. And I watched it again.

George Floyd, I am sorry for your arrest and brutal death. I am sorry this happened to you. You paid the ultimate price, but this happened to me too. In a different way, this happened to me. I will never be the same. I will never be silent when I see injustice. I will examine my privilege. I will speak up against evil. I will walk with a loving heart and a peaceful spirit. But I will fight for justice and I will listen and I will learn. I am changed.

Social Distancing and Memories

My how things have changed since my last post. I am working from home along with 100% of the team I supervise. This is new and it’s going well, but we miss being together in person. We knew it was coming and when we left work on our last day in the office, we packed up our desk plants and sent the team fish, Frank home with our temp worker. She will have her last day with us while we are still out of the office. So, I guess taking Frank home is in place of the usual pot luck send off. Except she doesn’t get to eat Frank! We will adjust to this new normal for as long as it needs to last. But I know that we all look forward to the day we can be in the office together again.

My husband and I are taking the Social Distancing very seriously and have self isolated. He still goes to work, but doesn’t come into contact with anyone and of course, I am working from home. We take the dogs for a walk and we have been to the local grocery store early in the morning, but no other interactions with people. We don’t want to get germs and we don’t want to spread them. During the week we keep busy with the normal work/home things. Work has been busy as we all adjust to the new restrictions and work situations, so we don’t really notice the difference on the weekdays.

We set up an evening Zoom meeting with family members just to see each others’ faces and hear each others’ voices. I think this will become more meaningful as the pandemic unfolds. I am thankful for the technology that allows this virtual socializing. When I think what it might have been like to live through the Flu Pandemic of 1918, I am thankful to be alive in this era. We have a good infrastructure that allows us to communicate often, within our circles and across the world. We are still getting mail and shipments of goods. Though it is a scary time, at least we can stay in touch with each other.

Last weekend was the second weekend we stayed completely home. We didn’t go anywhere other than taking the dogs for a walk. We did so many things at home and still seemed to have extra time on our hands. We both perused a fair amount of social media and I noticed differences in the posts of younger folks and older folks. While everyone is alternately complaining and enjoying the at home time, there seems to be a difference in how people perceive it.

People with kids are afraid to be at home with the whole family. They have probably never done this before. Boomers grew up this way. We ate home made meals together, did chores together and spent much of our social hours with our families putting puzzles together and playing board games. We may not have done these things in a while, but they are still familiar to us and we enjoy the slower pace.

The posts of my boomer friends are nostalgic. Pictures of home made meals and baked goods are trending along with images of Yahtzee and other board games. I made chocolate chip cookie bars and then realized I was not going to church or a potluck or having company. I put most of them in the freezer to avoid nibbling. Unfortunately, I found other things to nibble on. There are lots of pictures of grand kids and pets too.

So what are the younger folks posting? They’re posting the same things like food, games, pets, kids. They just approach it like it’s a novelty. It’s new for them to stay home after work and over the weekends. It’s hard for them to imagine that homes can entertain everyone.

It does kind of make me chuckle to see the mom of three kids in a 5 bedroom home with a huge backyard, computers, tablets, cable TV and a blow up bouncy house/jungle gym in her house wonder how she will ever keep these kids entertained. I wish I could show her what it was like in the 1980’s when I was home with two kids in a two bedroom apartment and no car. Somehow we kept busy without any of that stuff. She will figure it out and she will have great memories of this time.

I also love seeing all the Work From Home office set ups. Some are very professional, some are as simple as a computer on boxes next to the bed. Many come complete with pet co workers who are literally, well, pets. These co workers have no boundaries and very little office etiquette. Our dog growing up was one of the family. But he never went to work with Dad. This co worker situation is new and I like it. Though it does have it’s challenges.

So while we’re all doing the same things, some of us are recalling activities from the past and some of us are doing this stuff for the first time. Either way, we’re all making memories. No one I know is sick with Corona virus yet and all this commotion feels like an inconvenience. I hope all the social distancing really does flatten the curve of infected people. That is what we’re really needing to accomplish. I hope in the end, more people remember the 2020 Covid-19 pandemic as a time with families or time alone, reflecting on what’s important in life instead of who got sick, who had complications or died from this virus.

Stay home people – let’s stay healthy and make more memories.

The Coffee Klatch by Sheri LeClair Banitt

Coffee is love and donuts are kisses.

First of all, thanks to the invincible R.C., we now have a subscribe button so you can follow along with this busy Boomer.

Second, I have to tell you about the coffee shop where the web page fixing went down. It had that “fresh brewed coffee in your comfy clothes and no where else to be” smell of anticipation and relaxation. They served amazing coffee, donuts, AND they had vinyl records for sale. The same vinyl records I might have owned a few decades ago. (Caydence Records & Coffee)

It was fun to be out visiting on a sunny day over coffee and donuts. We chatted about work and family and pets. We shared stories and compared notes about all three and let R.C. work on the web page. This was an inter-generational coffee klatch at a super millennial coffee house and we enjoyed every moment. The synergy of old and new is envigorating for all.

But beyond the chit chat and coffee and sweet treats and interweb, I left with a sense of nostalgia. Memories of my last elementary school birthday party with friends and home made cake. My mom bought me the Bobby Sherman album and we sang along with goo goo eyes and loving hearts to Julie, Julie, Julie do you love me? And when my sister had her birthday and MY MOM bought her the Steppenwolf album with “Born to be Wild”.

But mostly I thought about how the modern coffee klatch takes place in the coffee shop with the wi fi and how it used to be in homes at the kitchen table. I am old enough to have enjoyed both. And while I can’t say one is better than the other, I will admit I miss the days when anyone could drop in at anytime and the coffee pot was always on. You were likely to get Folgers, or Sanka instant on a rough day. But no one worried if your hair was in curlers or the house was a mess; you were just glad to have the company.

I love you Bobby

Not Ready-Starting Anyway by Sheri LeClair Banitt

Here’s the blog. I need a creative outlet and I am passionate about a situation I find myself in all the time: Baby Boomer aging in a workforce that is increasingly younger and more tech oriented. Please join me as I share my take on growing skills, managing stress, and enjoying the broad age dynamic in my workplace. Bear with me as I learn to navigate the blogger world of mysterious technology needed to broadcast my message.

As one of America’s youngest Boomers, (born in 1962) I was raised in a slower time without computers and the internet, where people were more connected to each other by daily, personal interactions. I am rapidly moving into a future that feels more personal and less personal at the same time.

I hope to entertain you as I document my experiences and explore the mindset dichotomy of the Millennial and the Boomer. And I hope you’re very patient as it may take a minute to get up to speed on this blog. If I wait until I’m ready, it may not ever happen.

Cheers!