Beneath the Wraps

          Jenna and I had the day off yesterday.   She had been at a sleepover and I did not have to drive at all.   It will be her last hoorah – although she doesn’t know it yet.   Governor Brown has set the state back to mandatory mask wearing and no indoor gatherings of more than ten.           People complain.   It doesn’t matter what decision is made, someone gets upset.   Seems like even more lawsuits are being filed – against the governors, against the federal government . . .           One lawsuit is to keep students from other countries from having to return to their home countries.   I am in agreement that if they want to be here they should have that choice.   I think a citizen from another country would not even want to be in the U.S. right now.   Surely there are safer countries than this one. ...

                Jenna had asked if I would drop her off at the park at 10:00 and Roland had an audit for the church.   I figured I would have at least a two hour window in which I could catch up on my journaling thoughts and add another post to my blog.   Jenna returned home and then Roland because the computers were down.   The computers are always down whenever he has an audit – or so it seems.   Perhaps it’s the area.   I heard that the cell phones were invaded just the other day.   Smart phones perhaps.   Mine was still working.   My trusty flip phone. Sorry I did not post yesterday

I bought this dress before we went to New York   It doesn’t flatter me Many products look better on the hanger than on me.   I’m certain that it is my body that is not flattering more than my clothes but this dress sure is comfortable It is also a food or grime magnet. First time spit up and pineapple syrup. I was gardening the second time – I remember my lunch falling to my dress though I don’t remember what was for lunch. It makes a good quarantine dress I guess. I’m not very graceful and it shows. Thus I don’t think I’ll be wearing this dress in public. I’ll wear it to be comfortable.

Here is a tale about Anna and her cousin Mike whom I do not know well, but I have met him on occasion.   Each time I remember Mike had a runny nose.   I may be wrong, but it seems like during his early life (I don’t know about now) he seemed to get sick a lot.   I had heard his mom was a neat freak and would keep her house almost sterile.   If something fell on her already-maculate-floor, it would be thrown in the garbage.             Anna, on the other hand, lived in a home with two dogs, a cat, and her parents.   Though my sister tried to keep the house clean, there were still traces of animal fur.   If something fell to the floor her dad would return it to Anna and let her know it was still okay to eat.   I don’t recall her being sick all too often or having a runny nose.   Anna developed a high immune system.               I d...

Earlier this week I found this post of a friend’s timeline.   Trump’s campaign was built on hate, so what’s his problem?   Oh, could it be that the public schools are closed?   Get them reopen so that we can promote hate!   Trump is going to bully himself right out of office.   What exactly is going through his head threatening the country about reopening schools ( here and here ) My sister asked my opinion about what to do about returning to school.   At first I thought I would leave the decision up to Jenna, but the more I think about it, the more miffed I am.   What is Trump’s game plan here? Is he hoping to kill off teachers by exposing them to a wide variety of germs?   Like they don’t have enough to deal with – now they have to stop their lessons to remind students to to keep their masks on, don’t touch other children, don’t play with the Plexiglas . . .” Come on. I sent my sister this email this morning. “My post today will be about...

          Someone looking at this picture may think I love the color red. Not really. I don’t dislike it, but it’s really not my favorite. It was my mom’s favorite and each time I look at these objects I am reminded of her.                The sock over the water bottle lost its mate. I use the sock as a covering to prevent rings when I set it down.             The kindle was a gift as well as the tablet pillow.             Camera and phones are red because I’m always misplacing things and I think they are easier to find than say silver, black or brown. If these phones had been offered in green or blue, I would have picked them over red.             I miss my mom. I am grateful for the reminders.

             I normally don’t hear the rooster crowing behind us, but his alarm went off this morning at 4:30 and hasn’t stopped.   What is your problem rooster?   No one understands your tantrums.               It’s not even a normal “R-R-R’R” crow.  It’s a sick “ul, ul, ul, r . . e”  The rear window was opened a couple of centimeters.  I was looking for a cross breeze to help keep the room cool – not to allow the sounds of a constipated rooster to interrupt my sleep.             Jenna cracks me up when she impersonates the rooster – translating his crows into English:   “Did you see the sun? Hey, everybody look! It’s the sun. When it became dark last night I didn’t think I would ever see it again. But look! There it is! I can’t believe I have this opportunity to see it again! Isn’t it amazing! Look everyone!...