Geez Louise

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.

Himself:  Nope.

Me:  We have friggin masks now.  We could make just a short grocery run.

Himself:  Nope.

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.


Ellespeth ♥

‘Speak Softly & Carry A Big Stick’

As some of you know, for the past several years I’ve been recovering from a series of bone fractures. Four years healing, now, from my original fall.

So…you may also know that I use a big walking stick. It’s nothing that I want to use, but something I promised my husband I would and so I do.

I was using it, yesterday, while attending one of my many medical appointments – that every day stuff I don’t put here… anyways, I was using it then when I over heard the following conversation:

The Waiting Room  After Kavanaugh/Ford Hearings

An elderly male patient, his caregiver, myself, my friend, and others were seated in the waiting room of a medical office.

The elderly male patient checks himself in and takes a seat next to his caregiver and promptly says: I want to talk about what’s been happening in the news this week about this Kavanaugh thing.

The caregiver says to the elderly patient: I just want you to know that we had easy peasy girls like that in my high school, too. (More public locker room talk, I suppose?  Thanks, Pres. Trump.)

My friend, myself and another woman look at each other and raise our eyebrows and roll our eyes.

OMG! I clutched my cane and was only held back by the memory of my first husband’s voice – after I’d shot the bird out of the car window at some idiot driver – telling me he would not come to claim my body if I were to be killed shooting the bird.

So…when I left the room, I went out of my way to avoid the caretaker.

But 😛  I forgot my cane in the doctor’s exam room and had to return for it. Then I did pass by that caretaker. He didn’t move his feet out of the way so I or anyone else could pass. I smiled at him, slightly lifted my cane, and placed it on the floor on the other side of his feet.  Ever so sweetly, of course, though I did feel goaded.

Just hours before, I’d been hoping that the Ford/Kavanaugh hearings would open the way for teenagers to talk with their parents more about what doesn’t have to be a right of passage into adulthood.

I still hope for this.  And I believe, if one is being vetted for the highest court in our land, one’s past actions – and how one speaks to them – would matter.


The Two Of Us – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.   This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy!

I still get so nervous to post here.   It reminds me of doing poetry reading long ago.   Fiction, like poetry,  bares one’s soul.

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Here is the photograph and my story.

The Two Of Us

Lara was healing, so she could laugh again. It wasn’t yet the vibrant laugh she’d had before,  but Lara and Trey hoped for the best. They certainly weren’t about to let a life changing fall get the best of them.

“I just can’t stand it that you’re pulling all the weight these days,” Lara said. There were so many pieces and parts of her life that were hurting these last few months.

“Just lean into me, Babe,” Trey pleaded for the hundredth time.

“Don’t you mean lean on you?”

“OK.  Lean on me,. It’s all fine with me. Whatever feels best for you.” He smiled Lara’s way. “Now…left,left, left right left. I left my husband alone in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes,” Trey joked as they did Lara’s leg exercises.

Lara laughed again. It felt good to laugh at reality.


W/C 141

(the left right left part is some marching drill thingy – probably from the Army – that my PE class used when we had drill class,  I think the original one was ‘i left my wife with 48 kids alone in the kitchen scrubbing the dishes’ or something like that)

A Discovery In The Middle Of The Night – Diary Entry

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A Discovery In The Middle Of The Night

This is an update on my Feb 7 fall and broken right side of body injury. It is a Vente Vent. Unless you want to know me better, you are allowed not to read this.

I’ve laid awake – most nights lately – trying to visualize a way I can use my laptop and continue my blogging and:
1) Not have my wrist touch anything hard and/or not soft around the edges
2) Not have my elbow touch anything hard
3) Align my back so that it is comfortable with this
4) Be sure the arm spread and the back thing align
5) Keep my right leg elevated above my heart

Hahaha! Piece of cake. I’ve cheated on the elevation part but not by much. And so, aren’t you lucky, here I am once again.

I’ve considered leaving WordPress. If I can’t keep up with people, whatz the point? But, I want to stay and see my way through this with people following my recovery and my writing and my life. I guess in that order.

Most of my energy is going into my recovery from tripping on a child’s tiny bristle block. I feel I need to write more about that and how depressed I’ve become from being homebound and hounded with medical care.

I don’t want to have a meltdown here but…I sense one approaching.

This is all my wrist will take today.  I’m hoping to submit a piece to FFAW tomorrow.  ‘We’ll’ see.


Butter Pecan Ice Cream ~ A Love Poem

I’ll leave the poem to speak for itself about my day and my present state of moody mind.  I probably have a case of cabin fever.  I’ve worked with everyone concerned with my 24 hour care and decided that I only need 8 hours of care a day.  This will depend on how the next four days go.

Here is a report on the first day 😛

Butter Pecan Ice Cream

Once almost
everyone but the most loved
and loving
has been dragged through the gutter
of personal offenses and
kicked out of the Royal Chambers
as suited,
then what?

I would suggest a crying fit
a spell cast round the place
a bottle of chilled
Spanish champagne,
followed by
German chocolate cake
butter pecan ice cream
and a kiss to the one remaining.


He Said…


I was debating back and forth about what to share about my recent absence – here on WordPress – so I moaned:

Me:  I haven’t a clue how to explain it all.

You:  Just don’t make it sound too serious.

Me:  How can I make a lump in your scrotum sound not serious?

You:  Just say we had a medical emergency that ended up not to be one.

Me:  OK.

You:  OK.  I’m off to the pottery studio.

Kiss.  Kiss.

I don’t want to get any more personal than that about my recent absence  from Word Press.  I’m just telling everyone, here and now, that this has been one of the worst months since I married the man.

Here’s a toast to the New Year…may it kick the old one soundly out the door.