At What Expense Victorious
opposites are true
like when you say
you don’t think you can take anymore
“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 – 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.
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.
The minute I read that Trump used his daily Corona Virus briefing to say that Democrats, in Wisconsin, wanted to postpone the primary because of “ME!” not the pandemic, I thought about this song:
Stay well and wash yer hands!
Santa Clara County, CA 3/24/20:
We went for a walk yesterday. Stayed 6 feet away from other people out walking who were also trying to fend off cabin fever. We were almost run over by a toddler, on a scooter, zooming round the corner and about to fall. She was wearing a helmet – totally oblivious to the world happenings around her. It was such a joyfilled moment amidst all this corona virus stuff
Wash yer hands!
Bob Dylan Updates Times They Are Changing in 2018
Keep reading while you listen…the words are below. Wonderful for me to listen to a writer editing a winner. Art isn’t stagnant.
Bob Dylan returns to the Orpheum Theatre in Minnesota to perform an updated version of “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” Full lyrics below:
Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that our country don’t feel like our home
And that silence speaks louder than those who condone
If a tweet to you is worth favin’
Then lift up your voices and put down your phones
For the times they are a-changin’
Come women and men who hashtag Me Too
And believe me when I say that we believe you
For weak is the man who calls truth “fake news”
Time’s up, our silence we’re breaking
And even though Mel Gibson was in Daddy’s Home 2
Well the times they are a-changin’
Come athletes with platforms throughout the land
Who by taking a knee are taking a stand
And before you shout out that they should be banned
Listen to what they are saying
Perhaps they’d stand up if you reached out your hand
Well the times they are a-changing
Come journalists, writers who report the facts
And brandish your pen to fend off his attacks
Look past what he says and look at how he acts
The fire and fury is raging
For his words can hurt, but your words can fight back
New York Times, they aren’t a-failin’
Come leaders who bully like Internet trolls
We’ll curse you with four-letter words ‘love’ and ‘hope’
For we will go high even when you go low
The order is re-arranging
For you have the power, but we have the vote
The times they are a-changin’