We do not need a president ripping open already raw healing wounds and leading us to one side or the other. Well I don’t know about you but I sure as hell don’t need it.
I just want a Sugar Daddy
to tell me
there, there Baby
everything’s gonna be alright
and I wanna be lost
in some space and time
where I still believed
that could ever be true.
We are working on our photo album. This one, of my husband and his big brother, should win a prize.
Circa 1950: How To Take A Selfie
1) Wait for Mom to go to the grocery
2) Have brother help you take down the bathroom medicine cabinet mirror
3) Bring that down to the back yard and prop it up
4) Get the camera
5) Lay on the ground. Face the mirror. Take your picture.
“Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.” – George Orwell 1984
Santa Clara County, CA -Three Months Crazy – but healthy
When I was 13 my parents asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. Jimmy Durante was going to have a dinner show at the The Roosevelt Hotel. I adored this guy. Every time I saw him on TV I smiled. So…I told them I wanted to see his show. And…they took me. And…he came to the table and had a piece of my birthday cake. I was beyond happy!
Santa Clara County, CA – Shelter-in-Place Week9
Weather forecast calls for an Atmospheric River for our general area between yesterday and Tuesday. We’re due a total of 0.03 inches of rain.😂 I can’t help it…coming from New Orleans, I would expect more rainfall during something called an Atmospheric River. But, we’ll take all the rain we can get and it gives us something to think about besides the pandemic.
Partly over the weather forecast and partly because I wanted to smile today ( while waiting for this weather forecast to materialize) we’re watching ‘Singin’ In The Rain’… take a few minutes to watch pure bliss unfold. I mean, what else do you have to do? And who else remembers tap dance lessons?
We’ve been ‘sheltering’ since March 16. My birthday. Two months. And Himself’s birthday has come and gone, too. I still haven’t figured out exactly what to do with myself. My time. All these hours. My gawd! Where did all of these hours come from?
And then, you know, I can’t find any disinfectant from the grocery delivery people or from Amazon so I’m really pissed at Trump for buying it all up for his detox which, by the way – isn’t working.
Santa Clara County, CA Lockdown Day #47 (My Gawd!)
If I’ve read correctly, we are now locked down until the end of May. Himself is 77. I am almost 70.
Me: I want to go to the grocery and pick out my own produce and stuff.
Me: We have friggin masks now. We could make just a short grocery run.
Me: Pffft. Whatever.
I can’t do anything outside of this condo except walk around the block and almost get killed by a kid on a scooter and I have an ass for a President.
I’m so fortunate, though. I mean I don’t wanna go straight to hell for complaining about being under almost house arrest. I know I’m fortunate, dammit. I just feel like I’m losing control over my life. I thought, you know, that I knew enough about life to accept being confined for my own good. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I was wrong.
I just love how Joni Mitchell’s voice has mellowed as she’s aged. Beautiful.
Santa Clara County, CA Lockdown Day #40 (Better Known As 40 Days And 40 Nights)
I am really blessed to be locked down and have a precious 6/7 year old neighbor meeting with me, on our balconies, each day. Especially today when I had had a total meltdown because of an email password issue and had probably yelled some profanities that filtered, quite loudly, through our shared walls. Later, he and I meet on our balconies:
Me: OMG M I’ve had a horrible day today. (I’m a believer in just putting it out there like it is since he probably knew anyway. So why pretend?)
Me: Yes. Really horrible.
M: Just a minute. (He leaves and returns with a handful of packaged cookies) Here, take these.
Me: (Almost in tears and the innocence of it all) Oh thank you M. These will really help me feel better.
And we parted until tomorrow. I mean really? Okay? Sometimes cookies are just as good as hugs.
Santa Clara County – California – Coronavirus Lockdown Day 34
I’ve always wondered how movie stars take those selfies of themselves in the mirror. Years ago, before we bought a cell phone last year, I tried to do it with our regular camera. That didn’t work too well so…
Boredom got the best of me today. Not only did I cut my own bangs !!!butI also tried to do a real selfie. Then I had to email it to myself and save it to some program and this is what came out.
I hope I get sprung soon cuz I see some wild hairs sticking out all around that really need tending to. Saving that for another day.
When I Talk About Home
I can’t describe
the way a 4PM rain smells
when it’s a steam bath
rushed to a stage 3 times
to throw my bandana
to Willie Nelson
and how normal that felt.
Or paint for you
or write a poesy perfect enough
about how the swamp
from a plane high above
brings salty tears
to the memories in my heart.