At What Expense Victorious
opposites are true
like when you say
you don’t think you can take anymore
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.
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 #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.
We’re in Santa Clara County in California. We have been mostly inside for almost a week now. We don’t like to admit it but we are two of those older people who are supposed to stay inside except for short walks. Flattening the curve. I guess we won’t know if that is working for a few more weeks.
We had to order our grocery a week ago to get it delivered today but…it was shopped and delivered by this really awesome woman. We chatted, on text, the entire time she was shopping. She has four children and is sanitizing her hands at every turn. I told her she was a hero. Definitely my hero. Out there on the front line shopping for my grocery and possibly exposing herself to this virus? When she delivered the grocery she was just such a wonderful human being. I wanted to hug her but – the six feet thing and all so I didn’t.
A girlfriend of mine has a son who is an EMS person. He’s working extra shifts and was screening, at one point, passengers at the San Francisco Airport. I told her to tell him, for me, that he is a hero. A real hero.
You just never know when you’re gonna meet a hero. It’s pretty rare. I’ve met two. And I just can’t get this song out of my mind.
Stay well and wash yer hands!
A lot of the young tech workers, in our building, came home yesterday hauling bags and boxes of work in order to work from home for – seems like – the next three weeks.
I told David, this corona virus is like a hurricane. You know it’s going to hit but you don’t know where or how terrible it will be. So…We made a midnight grocery run last night to avoid being around too many people:
No Clorox or any other kind of wipes like that
No rubbing alcohol and minimal amounts of vodka and gin
No toilet paper
NONE OF MY FAVORITE PEANUT BUTTER!
Oddly, no dish washing powder
The store had moved Spam to a prominent location.
David is almost 80 years old. I don’t see how we can possibly keep watching the babies at the church two mornings a week while their mothers have time off and a breakfast. It’s too risky. I wouldn’t want to go alone either because I wouldn’t want to bring anything home to him. (not that I’m that young, I’m almost 70) And so we are going to self isolate ourselves as much as possible until we see where this thing is going in the Bay Area.
Unfortunately, this has forced me to read the news and to see once again what an idiot our president is:( Words cannot express how distressed I have been for the last three years. Of course I get on with it every day and all that but…deep at my core is the knowledge that my county has been forever changed by this presidency. I sense that to be true and have written about it privately. Some poems. Some stories. I’ll see where they lead.
Since I am on the internet anyway, reading the news, I will try to catch up here.
Wash yer hands dammit!