Showing posts with label masks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label masks. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Tuesday

One of those titmice flew on the porch again. This time with Frank in hot pursuit. I got the cat in and the bird out. Slow learner? I think so. 
AND...
Pictures from the garden. As you can see in the first pic, the weeds are alive and well.
This is the inside of the above Iris.
Sitting on the tool shed.
Our Christmas Amaryllis decided to celebrate Easter instead and opened up Easter morning.
I got a giggle out of this and thought you might too:) Thanks for sharing, Tony.
Pandemic Journal by Tony Ricciardelli

Depressing News 24/7
Turn off that damn TV.
Wash my hands
My palms smell like lilacs.
Wear a mask
There’s sneeze-snot in my bandana.
Mind the six-feet rule
Back off, Jack.
Toilet paper Shortage
Tear me a page out of that paperback.
Empty meat coolers
Spam is king.
Missing the grandkids
Maris is teething.
COVID-19
Who started this mess?

Close the schools
Makes no difference.
Work from home
Love that Kelly Clarkson show.
Take-out only
Not gonna happen.
Consumers panic
Hoarder freaks.
Stare into the refrigerator
Thought the food fairy may have stopped by.
Smile at self in the mirror
Creepy bastard.
A-symptomatic
How the hell would I know?
COVID-19
Anybody getting laid, these Days?







A mouthful of chocolate chips
I’m on my third bag.
Jonesin’ for shrimp and grits
A new culinary challenge.
Goodbye social life
My wife is okay to hang out with, 
but . . .
Conspiracy theories
Blame the Illuminati.
Remembering the good old days
Looking at old photos and my 
H.S. yearbook.
Walmart is out of hand-sanitizer
Will gasoline suffice?
Confusion
My colonoscopy has been canceled.
COVID-19
Somebody coughed on a cop.

Walk the neighborhood
Where did all these kids come from?
Social Media lifeline
Did you watch the Masked Singer
 last night?
Sext me, please.
Bonding with my dogs
Love those mutts.
Imagining the worst
What if I die and they find my porn?
Hoping for the best
It’s just allergies.
Pessimism reigns
No baseball this year. I just know it.
Thinking about confession
Not necessary, I’m just a 
low-level  sinner.  
COVID-19
Hope I live to write about it





April, 2020



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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Tuesday

More Irises
AND...
Do you ever make memory stones for your garden? I order name plates then glue them to bricks. Since I had the angel kitties I added them to the stones.

AND...
We scored toilet paper and hand sanitizer last week, but it involved getting up at five a.m.  Senior hour is from six to seven Tuesdays at Walmart this month. Given the hour we didn't expect many people to be there. Wrong. Let's just say there's no shortage of seniors in our area.

AND...
Every few weeks a bird flies through the cat door onto the porch. Most of the time we just prop open the door and within minutes they fly out. Friday not one but two came visiting. Luckily Frank and Penny (the dog) were in the house. Faux was on the porch but she's blind and lumbers around like an ancient elephant. Since she'll be nineteen on her next birthday I guess she's entitled. Come to think of it, I've never seen Faux chase a bird, but I'm off topic.
These two were definitely bird brains. They looked like titmice but I could be mistaken.  I don't know how many times they tried to fly through the screen, ignoring the door. Finally, they figured how to get out.  I went out a little later and the birds were all a twitter. The two escapees were probably busy sharing their harrowing tale and preening about how brave they were.


AND...
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Got masks? TP? Are your Irises blooming? Are there memory stones in your garden?