"...Ma"

Here a FB Memory from three years ago this day.

Once upon a time:

"There's a reason folks made paper dolls once. It's calming.

My Ma made paper dolls during the Great Depression.

She still had some when we were little.

Besides sewing, and cooking she taught me how to make dolls."

 "...kind"

A New Day a New Year.

I'm still breathing and wondering at stuff.

My plan the goal is to hang around till next summer.

To my 72nd birthday. I figure after that I can relax.

My COVID event is less noisy.

Rough for a while.

Today less static. Feel much better.

Still some dizziness a bit tired.

Like being stoned.

Even laying down it's like I'm falling.

Inspires one to write music.

That snowstorm missed the

Emerald City.

Flew further south of us. 

Many thousands trapped in homes on highways.

Another storm on Friday. This one may hit us. 

We'll see.

Be safe be well be kind.

 "...time and again"

I just Temporal Portaled to June 2026.

Not too bad. There are more ice cream flavors.

The sky is a different color. There's two moons.

The government gives out free kittens.

Also, cars are way cool.

 Things are looking up.

A very safe and peaceful new year to come for all.

 "...Our days go by"

Symptoms ongoing. Mild to rough, but okay. I sleep much. Awake for just a few hours a day. I'm up poking about now. Taking care of life routines. Took out the trash got the mail had a cup of soup. Emailed family, and friends that I'm still okay. Listened to the Mikado. ... see/listen below.

Then back to bed. Loves ya. Be mindful be safe be kind.

 "...script"

I’m just sitting here…and sitting…and sitting. Sometimes I sleep and have dreams of sitting here. Anxiety nightmares depression. Are these part of the symptoms? What if back when I was seeing shrinks. I was seeing two. Long story. What if one of them fell asleep on me.

This while I’m spilling about the stupid traumatic horrors of my existence. What’s the etiquette for that? This sounds like a problem Thurber would have made a cartoon for in a 1928 New Yorker.

Still, what to do? Does one leave, and if you do should you pour pancake syrup over his head? Which you should always carry. Deduct his nap time? Perhaps also go to sleep as well then compare dreams?

And another thing.

What if I really was abducted with my aunt by them Saucer guys from her back yard in 1956. Then there’s all that Angel, and Demon stuff that went on when I was going to catholic school. That noise seemed pretty 3-D at the time. All these are my X-Files which Omicron has awakened.

Being so much closer to 100 than 20. I have tons of static in my head. The Pandemic era gave me loads of time to think about it. My film reviewer friend the late Paul Wunder always said, … “Everyone has at least one good script in them. One decent movie up their sleeves.”

Well, we’ll see.

 "...memory"

 

FB Memory from a year ago today.

Once upon a time: “…pillbox”

I love this. My Ma, and Aunts used to take me with them when they shopped for hats, and dresses. I would sit and watch as they tried on this then that one. Chat with the lady…they’d laugh chat. This is where I fell in love with Pillbox hats. Those visits were sweet.

Very different than going to the hardware store or lumber yard with my Dad or Uncles.

Guys…well we’re a bit short on sweet chatting. …at least back then.

*If I could relive one of those moments. I might have the courage to ask my Ma for one.