A to Z Challenge, What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 13

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My contributions for the A to Z Challenge – Anti-Social and What Day Is It Anyway– Coping with Covid – day 13

“I am not anti-social, I’m anti-idiot” ~ Sherlock Holmes

In a sudden irrational act of antimicrobial, antihistimine inspired social distancing, I caught myself waving to one of my soon to be co-workers from my window this morning. He didn’t wave back, then I remembered, I have tinted windows, you know those shiny mirror things that block the view so I can see out but no one can see in. Drat! That’s what you get from inhaling too much sanitizer! Wonder if that could be considered huffing?

We ventured out into the wilds of semi-suburban Rapid City to our local Health Food Coop today. It wasn’t half bad. Special “immune compromised” hours and a very small store with fairly high prices led to an almost serene atmosphere. No toilet paper, no wipes, no rolled oats, but filled most of the rest of my list. Got in, got out, got home, just in time for a Spring Squall complete with snow. Ahhhh Black Hills in the Spring.  How y’all holding up?

Til next time ~ Keep your head down and your pantry full ~JP

From a Distance — Bette Midler

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid day 12

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about the photo: Guard Bunny on duty

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid – day 12

It’s been a pretty quiet day here. My pandemic panic seems to be calming down a bit with the help of copious quantities of GABA Calm (a supplement I take when my nerves get the better of me). We got out for a really nice walk early this morning and sat in the sun for a time this afternoon. More and more people are pulling into the park which is both exciting and frightening. We have children back in Kentucky which has enacted a non-essential travel ban, asking people not to travel out of state unless it’s for specific reasons.

Here we’re planning a quick trip into the health food coop that we belong to early tomorrow morning. They’re opening the store up an hour early on certain days for “immune compromised” coop members.  It’s been about a month since we went brick and mortar grocery shopping so yeah it’s time. Dear friends have kindly picked up a few things for us here and there but the refrigerator is looking pretty bare. We will only be making the one store stop, then drive thru post office and library for drop offs.

For now, we’re just hanging at home, taking care of each other. Hope all is well with you, wherever in the world you may be.

Til next time ~Hang in there, summer’s comin’ ~JP

Summer in the City — The Lovin’ Spoonful

dVerse Poetics — Seeing Red

Frost bit rose 3.2019
Rose buds after a frost

Sarahsouthwest is our host for poetics and asks us for something red.


She was pale, like the waning crescent moon
stark against the black of night
lips painted a shocking garnet
like a vampiress fresh from a feed

Her aura was a blazing shade,
not the cool magenta of sunrise
nor the deep claret of late sunset
but the bright crimson of blood

She wore her anger like a second skin
so tight it seemed ready to split
staining the world a sooty brick
with the blemish of her hatred

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn — Poison

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid day 10-11

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What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 10-11

Well it was bound to happen and it did. I finally had a system melt down. I’ve kept the stress and anxiety bottled up, dealt with the pollen and weather changes, the drippy sinuses and the coughing. Apparently my body and mind have had enough and yesterday I just threw in the proverbial towel. I spent the major portion of 24 hours asleep. I sat in the recliner and snoozed most of the day, ate only sparingly, and was in bed by 6:00 pm. I feel better today but still somewhat drained. I am reluctant to take the immune suppression drugs I normally take for this since they basically squash my immune system and I’m not sure that’s such a good thing right now.

We got out for a good walk early this morning before the clouds, wind and … people. I swear if I get out of this crisis without a full-blown case of agoraphobia I’ll be doing really well. It’s already nuts as I’m washing and sanitizing my hands so much they’ve dried out to the point of cracking and bleeding. OK, OK, it’s also partly caused by Sjogren’s but c’mon I can blame it on Covid Prevention Paranoia, symptoms include excessive washing and sanitizing, fear of anything not clearly (and personally) sterilized, man I need an autoclave! Oh well, as they say:

“This too shall pass
it may pass like a kidney stone
but it will pass.”

The Rose — Bette Midler

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

SoCS – What Day Is It Anyway?


From Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “beside you.” Write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!

What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 9

The quarantine continues, our governor has asked for more business closures. We’re holding up OK here although we’ve got “new” campers in the park who have been asked to self quarantine for 14 days, don’t know how compliant they’re being but, hey we’ll see.

Linda has asked us to write about what’s “beside you” when you read this prompt. For me, it is my ever present coffee/tea cup directly to my left hand; my window open to my right letting in some sunshine. That window becomes more and more important to me the longer I’m “inside.” We still get out a bit for walks very early in the morning before everybody invades our little spot of solitude but have been curtailing those a bit due to my continuing cough.

3.15.20 sunrise

Outside my window
the wind blows,
robins squabble
over tasty worms,
bunnies sample tender
green shoots of grass,
trees sway,
their branches dancing
in the Spring winds
dotting the ground
with pine cones
oblivious to the
worries of humans

The April Fools — Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick vocals

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid – day 8

snowy branches 3.26.20

What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid – day 8

From Linda: Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.

Let’s keep in touch!

Well it’s the 8th day of isolation for us. Weather is still wet and dreary although most of the snow has melted now. Went for very short walk yesterday and snapped a few pics of the last remaining remnants of snow. May use them for backgrounds for some digital art. I’m still coughing like a TB ward. I’m actually glad to be staying home as I don’t feel 100% and I’m quite certain to get taken out by a sniper if I go out with this cough. I swear I can hear friends backing away from the phone. I know it’s nothing serious, I get at least one spring cold every year at this time but I do tend to sound like a seal. In further quarantine news, we ordered some dried vegetables and found soup mix without all the potatoes, carrots, and corn that most have. Placed another Costco order since it takes them a week or two to get here. I currently have a case of almond milk waiting up at the office which I should be able to pick up tomorrow. For distraction today I’ve done lots of writing. I’m re-reading a book series by David Eddings that I haven’t read in many years and I’m loving it just as much this time around. Listening to some new music on Spotify, did a little cleaning but still feeling a bit weak for the heavy stuff.

Resilient — Rising Appalachia

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP