Just Do It Dammit

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!

Ellespeth

While Waiting For The Atmospheric River

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?

Ellespeth 

Will Swap: Hours For Disinfectant

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.

Ellespeth

When Cookies Cured Everything

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?)

M:  Horrible?

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.

M:  Yes.

And we parted until tomorrow.  I mean really?  Okay?  Sometimes cookies are just as good as hugs.

Ellespeth

Welcome To My Chenille Robe

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.

Ellespeth

When I Talk About Home – A Poem

When I Talk About Home

I know

I can’t  describe
the way a 4PM rain smells
at 5PM
when it’s a steam bath
walking home.

Or explain
why
I
rushed to a stage 3 times
to throw my bandana
to Willie Nelson
and how normal that felt.

Or paint for you
fully enough
or write a poesy perfect enough
about how the swamp
from a plane high above
brings salty tears
to the memories in my heart.

I know.

Ellespeth

The Face Of A Hero

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!

Ellespeth

Wash Yer Hands Dammit

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 rice

No toilet paper

NONE OF MY FAVORITE PEANUT BUTTER!

No oatmeal

No eggs

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!

Ellespeth 

Things We Think Don’t Need Anymore

Since my internet (computer sorta) strike began – blame Stable Genius Trump news – I’m using these reference books again.  And my old manual typewriter.  And handwritten notebooks.   And layers of Post-It Note corrections.  I feel 20 years younger!

Things We Don’t Need Anymore

Don’t know how long my internet strike will last.  I’m giving myself 5 minutes a day. LOL.  I am on Second Life (a virtual world) , though. I look 40 years younger there!  Let me know if you’d like to meet up there and I’ll try to figure out how we can do that.

Ellespeth

 

When You’re Not Edna St. Vincent Millay

I’ve been at a loss for words the past two years. Besides my anger over still recovering from breaking my body tripping over a Lego, I’m angry and fearful over my government. The government that holds my country together. That complicated and beautiful woven tapestry of words and beliefs and hopes called our Constitution.

Sometimes you try cheering me up. But nothing cheers me up. I feel really devastated . I’m not a party person. I’m the best person for the job sort of person.

I’m just so pissed off. So pissed off. Do men cry when they are pissed off? Women do. I’m just so pissed off and scared. I really don’t handle not knowing very well.

So, I’m hoping that this will all be over by Monday and that impeachment hearings will begin  and life can continue as it was two years ago.   Sometimes magical thinking s a good thing.  Was life really better two years ago?  Really, I don’t remember.  It felt better.

Ellespeth