“Detachment produces a peculiar state of mind.
Maybe that’s the worst sentence of all,
to be deprived of feeling what a human being ought to be entitled to feel.”
the magic hour currently is 2PM.
Why you ask??
I live for 2PM…
Spring is in the air and we know that lots of bad decisions have been being made…
think Spring Breakers who each defied rational thinking and opted to live large and,
what has now turned out to be actually, living deadly.
Dumb, stupid and selfish…but such is Spring Break and youth—as are the adults
who claim to be their parents–all for having allowed them to go in the first place…
but I digress.
Here, closer to home, we have some Spring breakers who are also not demonstrating wise
It seems the purple finches have decided that our last leg of a front porch light
should be the location for all things amore…and egg-laying.
The problem has been getting any and all straw and whatnots to stay in place and
not simply fall out.
Then there’s the matter of the physical getting in and out.
Throw in the overt swinging when there’s a storm or simply wind…
all of which, I imagine, will make for seasick residents.
I had to venture back out into the land of contagion today to the supermarket in order to gather
more supplies—namely more baby food—along with adult people food as well as some cat food.
My husband has suggested that we simply let the cats run loose to seek out field rats but
I will save that as a last resort.
Fourthly, but still related to thirdly,
Our local hospital has issued the grade of a D for our community on following the guidelines
of sheltering indoors.
This sort of disturbing news comes as this small brood of mine has all but killed one another
as we’ve sheltered in place now for nearly three weeks…all but for my treks out for supplies.
Our county ranks 7th in our state of 159 counties for active cases of Covid19.
I am ashamed that we have been given the grade of D…
Selfish idiots live among us and it all makes me so mad.
I read a story of how some Maine residents took matters into their own hands when a neighbor
would not stay put…meaning they wouldn’t shelter in place.
So they cut down a tree across the neighbor’s driveway.
I’m wondering if I can randomly go out and cut trees down all over our county…
So fithly, and back to both fourthly and thirdly…
I have always loved grocery shopping.
Call me crazy but I really do enjoy it.
I think it’s because I was hard-wired with that whole hunting and gathering notion
I love to cook, as it has always been a way for me to be creative
(imagine an art teacher finding her creativity in the kitchen vs an art medium..who knew?!)
plus I love finding new and different things to add to my cooking repertoire.
So the last three times I’ve had to go to the store, it is all I can do not to simply lose
it in the store.
Meaning that this whole madness is about to bring me to my knees in my own local Publix.
I can see the headlines now—“Local woman falls to the floor in a fetal position in Publix”
I so much as told this to the checkout gal who, by the way I know by name.
I told her this today as I was checking out–that I sadly now hate coming to the store.
There is such an eeriness now at the store, not to mention a bareness.
People glance at one another hesitantly, if they actually see anyone else at all…
As in there is very little eye contact and when there is, it is with caution.
Oh, and it is always over a blue mask.
Gloved hands are the new tres chic…that is, except for my bare face and hands.
I feel so last year.
People now make wide swings away from one another or avoid aisles with more than one cart.
Shelves remain bare.
And I wonder why I even bother.
Oh, to eat, that’s right.
So yeah, these are my first and hopefully not last thoughts for the day…
Behold, I am coming soon, and My reward is with Me,
to give to each one according to what he has done.
I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last,
the Beginning and the End.”