It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

Tuesday morning I went on a scavenger hunt, recognizing that I had become lax in my generally organized visual accoutrement. Scattered throughout my abode are eight pair of Dollar Store reading glasses, each in their proper home. I am pretty good about keeping those investments where they belong.

The realization came to me that things were getting out of hand yesterday. As I was applying my nighttime moisturizer in the a.m. I became aghast. What was happening? I rectified the situation and reapplied sunscreen, slightly shaken by my mishap. Moving on to the laundry needs, I proceeded to cleanse our clothing without checking the pockets. Usually an errant tissue will survive unscathed, having super-ply thickness or lotion or something in it. No such luck.

I went to shake the clothes, dispersing little white blobs everywhere, and recognized I needed my glasses to wipe down the inside of the machine and unclog the pores in there. Aha! Where were the kitchen table pair of readers, junk drawer inhabitants, or bedroom nightstand pair usually on top of my head? Thus, the scavenger hunt.

All have been returned to their proper places, most having been found partying with the tissues in various pockets.

This comic reminded me of the energy crisis back in the ‘70s. My parents closed off what we called the “living room” back then. It had gorgeous hardwood doors that you could draw together. Closing off that room from heat resulted in a chilly atmosphere where you could actually see your breath! It also resulted in piano practice that no one else had to endure – which may have been a bonus feature for my dad.

On a non-energy crisis day, my sister and I would lay in wait for Dad to come home from work. When he entered the house, we’d strike up, “Hail to the Chief,” most notably. We thought we were pretty funny. Of course, we would “pound on those keys” with other renditions. This could be why my father went outside to garden so often, now that I think about it?

Just a reminder that sometimes a crisis provides a silver lining.

(Forwarded from two friends – not my witticisms, nor photo. It’s 15 degrees, snowing, and cold! My brain is frozen. Here you go…)

Half of us are going to come out of this quarantine as amazing cooks. The other half will come out with a drinking problem.

I used to spin that toilet paper like I was on Wheel of Fortune. Now I turn it like I’m cracking a safe.

I need to practice social-distancing from the refrigerator.

PSA: every few days try your jeans on just to make sure they fit. Pajamas will have you believe all is well in the kingdom.

Home schooling is going well. 2 students suspended for fighting and 1 teacher fired for drinking on the job.

Quarantine Day 5: Went to this restaurant called THE KITCHEN. You have to gather all the ingredients and make your own meal. I have no clue how this place is still in business.

Day 5 of home schooling: One of these little monsters called in a bomb threat.

I’m so excited — it’s time to take out the garbage. What should I wear?

I hope the weather is good tomorrow for my trip to Puerto Backyarda. I’m getting tired of Los Living room.

Day 6 of Home schooling: My child just said “I hope I don’t have the same teacher next year”…. I’m offended.

My friend was musing yesterday while we chatted at our acceptable distance. “What are we going to say we did with our time when this is over?” I was considering the fact that I could have learned a new language by now – but haven’t. And those salsa lessons didn’t pan out.

So, what knowledge am I acquiring?

• I can sew a mask in under ten minutes now
• 26 gnomes is enough
• I don’t necessarily enjoy cleaning door knobs daily
• Most of my hats are black
• Zoom reminds me of the Brady Bunch intro
• We can still travel online to beautiful cathedrals and churches for Mass
• Naps can be an essential part of a routine
• Squirrels will always find their way to our home
• Postal delivery people are risking their lives on a lot of junk mail
• Laundry never goes away

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:  for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;  and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;  this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:  and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—-lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being 
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Thank you, e.e. I know I’ve cited you previously, but on this holy day, you seem most appropriate.

Lots of great ideas have passed through this mind. (Debatable?) Maybe one of them is sitting out in the garage right now, waiting for a Sawz-all job and repainting.

Yesterday I picked up a free crappy dresser with broken drawers. Gloved and masked, my spouse and I were on a mission: find a project for me in order to continue avoiding spring cleaning. My project is on my Pinterest page in the guise of a coffee bar. However, it will not be used for coffee, nor will it be a bar. It will just look like the photo and be painted bright yellow and be a cheerful addition to the front porch, left for the elements to destroy in a couple of years.

As an English major in college, I am used to choosing a “theme” for whatever undertaking beckons. This year, the theme for the porch is “lemons.” “Americana” has gone by the wayside as the aforementioned elements destroyed most of what I had, including the wicker furniture. This new theme in no way obliterates the “Year of the Camel” theme, fellow theme-aficionados. That would be what we call an “over-arching” theme. “Lemons” is merely the sub-theme.

Oh, save me from myself, dear Lord!

Or maybe the smaller? I could not get on my blog site this morning. Something was afoot in the technology world. Perhaps I will have to post later in the day when the world is more relaxed.

I love this comic which my mother sent. I have to say, I am missing sports in some way. (Thank goodness we have reruns for our napping convenience!) Tonight we shall enjoy the 1995 Celts vs. the Pistons game. That was a monumental moment, wasn’t it?

Nothing.

What I Wish I Was Doing…

Going somewhere.

Here’s the deal…I’m jealous. I would wear this and I think it’s beautiful!