The lockdown and isolation has entered the Den of Doom (my office) with a vengeance this week.
We have tried desperately to maintain an optimistic attitude about everything, including all those annoying PC malfunctions. I seem to spend more and more time trying to catch up, meaning I never manage to get around to anything creative anymore.
So much so, our respective muses have been AWOL for days!
Undaunted, I had been looking forward to working on the new bonsai shelves. The wood has arrived and so did the freezing weather. I don’t do freezing to death as my old bones refuse to function below a certain temperature.
So, the waiting will continue…
Shame, for I was looking forward to spending hours away from the computer.
In the middle of the week, I started what I thought was a bad cold, streaming nose and sneezing. Of course, I immediately thought I was dying, but relieved to discover that sneezing is not a symptom of the Covid19 virus.
When the tickly cough arrived, I slipped into denial in a hurry.
The experts say that most people will only get mild symptoms and recover quickly, but not people over 75 who also have serious medical problems like heart conditions, asthma and hypertension, also like me.
Denial is a wonderful coping mechanism and I’m pretty sure I’m not dying. In the past I have beaten some usually fatal conditions, so not expecting to lose this battle either if it turns out that I do have it.
The good news is my temperature is normal and I feel fine…
These will make you smile…
We thought we would share some images of someone who really can chill out, no matter what’s going on in the world!
March 19, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a rabbit on the roof. Or many rabbits. Why are they there? Explain the unexpected, go into any genre. Go where the prompt leads!
Humans, what can you do with them?
The Great Bandini, my whiskers
Has overbooked the children’s party
Leaving my cage door open
So I am off, freedom awaits.
White fur, big ears, not so easy to hide
Wait for the fool
to open the door, load his van,
take my chance in the great outdoors
I need to get higher
The roof looks good
From here I can see the lay of the land
And look for my own kind
How did I get on the roof?
You may ask?
I cannot tell you, that’s magic,
don’t you know…
I always thought I would sail through old age, much as I have coasted through my life so far. Don’t get me wrong, it has been eventful and not that pleasant on numerous occasions.
But I am a survivor if nothing else, and despite several attempts to stop me in my tracks, I have managed to overcome the obstacles that have been thrown my way.
Even the biggies, like two heart attacks and cancer.
So, why am I complaining?
All things considered, I thought growing older would be a doddle, but it isn’t.
I have become half a person.
50% of a person if you like, what with one good knee, one shoulder and hip, and of course, just half of a working brain.
Add galloping arthritis to the mix, something hell-bent on total domination and my days are getting better than ever!
I do try to improve the status quo with gentle yoga and stretching exercises, careful attention to my diet, mainly to stop eating known arthritis triggers, which is harder than you think for all my favourite foods are on that list!
Probably whistling at Dixie (whatever that means) for nothing seems to be working properly yet.
I am currently trying to simplify our workload (when did it all get so complicated?) in order to have more leisure (me time!) and to give the remaining brain cells a fighting chance, as I have an awful lot of writing I still want to do!
I would be interested in hearing how everyone else is coping (or not) with their advancing years…
I had just moved from the PC to my writing chair to try and get my head around a book review I was working on.
Things were going well when I happened to look up from my work to look out of the window in front of me.
Something had made me put down my pen and I looked for the reason.
I scanned the garden and all the trees that I could see without standing up, they were thrashing about in violent gusts of wind. Further down the garden, almost too far for me to focus on, the row of bird feeders were doing a roaring trade with the local birdlife.
I love to watch the birds in our garden, mainly small ones like sparrows, bluetits and the odd robin. It’s like a mad rush hour as they take it in turns to land on the feeders, pecking furiously at the fat balls. They seem to prefer these to the seed I also supply.
I became aware of other activity a lot closer to my window and switched my attention to the shelf with the row of bonsai trees. A male blackbird with shiny black plumage and vivid yellow beak was perched on one of the pots and was viciously pecking at the carefully cultivated moss that snuggles around the base of each tree.
We were just a few feet from each other, and I knew he was watching me, but he carried on with his mission. By the time he had visited all the trees on the shelf, it looked like a battleground with lumps of moss scattered everywhere.
Later, I was asked why I hadn’t tapped on the window to stop the destruction, but what the bird was doing was perfectly natural, and if he removed any insects that might have harmed my trees, I would be in his debt. Moss is so easily replaced.
Sharing those moments with Mr Blackbird was magical and I will remember them forever…
©Jaye Marie 2020