I think my satellite radio is trying to tell me something….

I think my satellite radio is trying to tell me something….

Because some things you just can’t get enough of.

This is quite true, at least for me. I’m constantly amazed at the stories on social media of how productive people are being with their forced spare time. Amazed, and a little annoyed.
Stop it over achievers…
You’re making me look bad.

It was all right there…
We just didn’t see it.

If only I had stocked up.
My dream home in Tuscany would be that much closer.

Nothing.
Not a single thing…
(Because we all need to laugh or we’ll kill the spouses we’re locked in the house with.)
This person found an interesting, albeit slightly creepy…. way to re-purpose Amazon boxes.

Imagine putting a leash on that and taking it out for a walk?
Here…. our niece’s son used his spare time to jump on a trampoline with his chicken.

The chicken was unavailable for comment.
I admit I didn’t know about the latest ribbon trend…

But I sure do wish I lived in this fellow’s neighborhood.

Margarita home delivery?
Long live the quarantine!
Ya gotta love New York City.
My late father worked on Wall Street and I grew up marveling at it’s magic and savoring the myriad flavors of it’s streets.
Now? My heart breaks for it’s citizens. The virus is testing them, but they’ll pull through. They’re resilient.
They’re New Yorkers.

Yes, it’s the city the never sleeps. The Big Apple. The home of Broadway, the Empire State Building and Katz’s Deli…. but what you really have to love about them right now?
This:

Yes.
The New York City Health Department is recommending masturbation.

Among other things.

According to the dictionary, the definition of distancing is:
To make someone or something far off or remote in position.

Not a difficult concept… so maybe you can tell me why certain groups of people have such a hard time comprehending it.
( I realize I’m going to tick some readers off with this next part, but I’m sorry… the situation is ticking me off on a daily basis. )
The husband and I have been good little virus citizens. We stay home, alone…. and I have made 2 trips to the grocery store (and only the grocery store!) in the past 19 days.
This is the definition of social distancing… and if it’s what we have to do to save American lives? Then that’s what we’ll do.
So if I can’t go to my local pub and pray to the God of Tequila?
You can’t go to church and pray to yours.

My pub is closed. Shut up tight so groups can’t gather and spread infection. But your churches are wide open and hundreds are sitting side by side.
I know my bar stool misses me, but I can drink at home if I choose. So how about you choose to pray at home as well? I know it’s possible, my mother did it every night.
Here are a few examples of what’s currently ticking me off –
Our daughter of the heart posted a state of North Carolina alert which listed churches as “essential” places that could remain open.
In Washington state 60 people attended a church choir practice. 45 of them now have the virus, and 2 of them are dead.
A pastor from Louisiana said closing churches would be “discrimination against the faith”.
Coincidence that 12 days after he said this the number of positive cases in that state skyrocketed?
Maybe.

But for shepherds who are supposed to care for their flocks?

The two small churches in our town are offering online video sermons and outreach through social media. That’s the correct way to practice distancing and tend to your flock at the same time.
Common sense will get us through this.
Let’s try to have some.
Weekends during the pandemic don’t look like they used to.
While we’ve been staying home like good little citizens, we did have a big day out last Saturday…. which I’ll share with you now. (Since we won’t be vacationing in the foreseeable future and I know you’ll miss my travel blogs.)

We drove to the Limington Harmon airport.

Which, as you can see…… is not quite Chicago O’Hare.

As travel destinations go….. it lacked a certain something.

But the husband was investigating an incident/accident and had to take pictures of the runway.

So at least we walked in the fresh air…

With absolutely zero chance of anyone breathing infection on us.

And I guess that’s about all you can ask from a day trip these days.

In case you’re wondering why….

Who are you?
Well, if you live in Maine….

You have a snow sculpture contest!
That strange looking blob turned into this:

A goldfinch on a nest.
It gets my vote….
But here are some other entries.

Small snowman.

Snow frog.

Large snowman.

Musical snowman.

Upside down snowman.

Snow horse.

Snow bunny.

Snow pig?

Snow mermaid.
And a snow public health advisement…

Someone posted this as well …..

I love it, but have a feeling it was pulled off the net and not a local entry.
A+ for originality though.
Cheers!
Which is definitely better than spreading the other thing that’s going around.
I stopped at the grocery store the other day to pick up some milk for our neighbor, a lovely senior lady whose family is out of town. She was nervous about going shopping and I was happy to help.
Along with the milk?

I brought her a bouquet of flowers to add a little cheer to her self imposed quarantine.
We all need that nowadays.

Got one for myself as well.
Wish I’d thought to arrange her batch before I delivered them…. they were exactly the same, but needed a little tweaking.
Oh well, they made her smile.
And that’s really all that matters.
The virus.
The pandemic.
The hysteria.
I know, you’ve heard it all before… and entirely too often for your emotional well being.
But now?
It’s hitting home for your favorite chicken and rock loving friend.

Our beloved local pub… that we support on a weekly basis… has shut it’s doors.
So please, for me –
And all those margaritas that anxiously await my return?
