I can’t have actually lost my mind, right? I mean it’s still here with me, if not in my head or somewhere else in my body, it’s surely around the apartment somewhere. I mean this apartment is pretty small…really small in fact…smaller every day. It must be here.

I’ve been fine…since March 13, 2020 I’ve been fine. Busy. Generally optimistic. Exercising some. Eating reasonably healthfully. Communicating. Watering the plants. Showering now and then. Reading books. Watching a few 24-season series. It’s been okay.

Now. It. Is. Not.

It is so very fortunate that alcohol makes me sick or I would be getting really drunk right this very minute. How about a pain pill and ‘sparkling probiotic drink’ instead? Poor substitute I say.

I mean really. Here we are. This giant rudderless country just wobbling along from day to day. No real direction. No voice of reason. (I should note that here in New Mexico we have a great governor who’s trying her damndest but any governor’s voice can seem pretty small in a sea of lunacy.)

Doesn’t it feel like we’ll wake up and some semblance of what they (you know…parents, teachers, politicians) told us this country represented will still be there/here/somewhere?

So my 21-year-old granddaughter Sara has tested positive for the virus. She’s sick but not horribly so at this stage and we’re sure (pretty sure) she’ll be fine. Her parents went into smart mode immediately and are testing negative and since I’ve only been around my son once in the last two weeks and that was masked and outdoors I’m fine. It’s just that this virus is so sneaky with after effects and how it gets around that it’s like living with a member of the Trump cult…the evil can escape and damage anything and everything around it.

Because of closing in of the virus and our new state regs I’m going to avoid even my healthplex gym this week and the walk with my son and tea with my friend. I’ll only go down to the Center on Friday to organize what will … in better times … be my new office when no one is there.

Actually… while writing this I’m feeling a bit better. Maybe this is a sign…for the next couple of weeks every afternoon I sit down at my kitchen desk with my plants within touching distance and a fresh pot of coffee and I just write nonsense and attach a picture and send it on to you.

Cheers…let’s see now … what can I take some new photos of……..MY IMMEDIATE WORKING SPACE. You see with the vastness of my apartment (800 sq. ft.) I need a kitchen office where I blog and pay bills and eat lunch, and a bedroom office where I write great literature.

If we were zooming you would just see the nice plants and I’d have on my zoom shirt…but here in more intimate detail is an up close and personal look at me here now.

Conceals all the recipes I’m not preparing with the bottom line issue of the lives of more elders than one might imagine.

My upstanding goofy sons when we went roots-visiting around Scandinavia in 2006.

Coming around the room to the window and my plants again…my ‘shelter from the [sun]’

Back to my desk (actually a red IKEA table) and a favorite photo of me…Versailles in 2010. Back when the U.S. wasn’t barred from the more civilized regions of the world.

One Comment on “A LOST MIND

  1. My my…I was just thinking that I was losing my mind as well. I have heard that if you lose it, at our age it is really difficult to remember where we put it. So my suggestion is not to lose it. Go to you tube get a get funny comedy skit, like Carol Burnett or Lucy and Ethel at the candy factory. Have a really good laugh and you will find your mind. Where did I put that damn mind?


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