One year into the pandemic and we’ve decided to play Monopoly tonight. It’s making us laugh. We’ve been getting along so well for such a horrible year.
I grew up in a family with 5 kids so…I’m remembering rainy day Monopoly chaos. More later.
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.
Santa Clara County, CA
Day 10 in isolation and I’ve only seen the man I love.
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!
We are making some sort of frozen lemonade cool whip cream cheese sweet condensed milk fresh strawberry something pie to freeze for tomorrow.
I babysit the grand baby.
You make a grocery run f or the creamed cheese.
Just now I open the fridge and four packs of cream cheese almost fall out.
Me: Whoa! What’s this? Four packs of cream cheese?
You: Two for the price of one.
Me: (after observing the packs and noticing you’d bought different types of cream cheese) Perfect.
You: How many did you say you needed for the pies?
Me: (I needed one) Oh this will do for sure.
You: (smile and settle into your easy chair)
What’s not to love about you?
My husband has taken ill. We are trying to make the best of it. We will know more this coming Thursday.
Meanwhile we are keeping our spirits up. I was reading an article about meditation and lips and read something about sipping through a straw shape which led us to this song we both remember so well:
Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thank you, PJ, for sponsoring this and for all of your hard work on our behalf. Please follow lil froggy for more stories.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan! (I’ve used part of your name in my story Lan)
Patent Pending – A Love Story
“I think I’ve got it!” Heng exclaimed. He took his wife’s arm and led her into his workshop.
Lan, his wife, had been through this many times before. Heng’s inventions. She smiled and let him lead her.
There she saw a milk carton with an antennae sticking out of it. “What is this, Heng?” she asked.
“The Moo-zic!” Heng replied. He flicked a switch on the side of the carton.
My little prince was married today.