I asked him if he was lost
he said he was
lost
I asked him if he was hungry
he said he was
starving
I asked him if he wanted help
he said
please
He asked me my name
and I said
my name is
Alone.
Depression
Tired of Singing The Blues
Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: The Blues
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My son Nico gave me an Gift Card for Mother’s Day and normally I use those to add to my Gargoyle collection. I do have a neat collection thanks to Nico.
But this year I decided to change it up a bit.
I decided to start working out at home – because unlike some states our Governor isn’t insane and he didn’t open up gyms. Not that I’d go to one, but my point is I know I have to do something because I feel like I am in a rut.
A big, giant rut.
And then it came to me.
In the past I used to work out to Richard Simmons Sweatin’ collection and yes they did work and I did get fit and yes I did have fun. I still have my DVD collection, but Richard has done a lot more since the Sweatin’ Days so I used my Gift Card to buy some of the more recent work out dvd’s and I only had to buy one accessory and all of it will be here in June.
YAY.
I am hoping that some exercise helps my wonky knee and I’m hoping it helps my attitude because both are in need of some work. Besides, it would be nice to have some fun while I’m getting fit as opposed to getting fit before I show up in a Yoga Class or whatever it is the all of the kids are doing nowadays.
The long and short of it is, the Coronavirus is here to stay and I need a boost so that I don’t feel so worn down by it all and that when I’m feeling the Blues music is involved
I think that this might be a step in the right direction.
Richard Simmons Youtube Channel HERE
Better Than Me
Writer’s Write January Prompt
Rouge your cheeks
curl your hair, wear something like all of the other women wear
so much better than you.
Ask them where they found that dress, got their nails done
and learned to be so much more than you.
How can they be so much more attractive
than you
put together so much more stylishly than you
even on their worst day?
He asked me, begged me, wheedled at me about it
All.
Of.
The.
Time.
So I tried and tried to be something better than me
sexier then me
so much more than me.
Until it came to me, in a flash-
what suit I would bury him in.
I
think
I
made
the
right choice
at last.
I wonder if he will agree.
Probably not.
But I won’t care.
Because nobody can dress a corpse
better than me, more stylishly than me
even on
my
worst
day.
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The Tree
It doesn’t matter now who said it or why, but back when it mattered I was told that I bought stupid, meaningless Christmas presents and that the trees I picked out were wrong too.
Oh- and my decorations were ugly.
So every year I bought gift cards- to play it safe and I put up a tree and decorated it and in then I grit my teeth and ignored it until the 26th.
On that day I pull the thing down an toss the ornaments into a bucket -they’re the unbreakable plastic ones and I pull the tree apart ( its fake and come away in three parts) and I sort of spin the segments and unwind the lights into little ready to unwind balls of lights and toss the entire kit and kaboodle into the storage closet.
The feeling I have is split between elation and relief- neither one seems appropriate.
So for my own reasons I’m trying to improve my attitude about the Christmas season because I really did come to absolutely hate it.
I’ve taken to doing things like reading ghost stories and looking for Krampus decorations. I listen to hours of Christmas music because nobody has managed to ruin that for me. I even send out real Christmas cards.
Now when I put up my tree I sort of do it in stages- first night I put the lights on and on the second I decorate it.
I wanted to make it fun again and splitting the task keeps it from feeling like a task and I don’t get overwhelmed by those nasty shadows from Christmas past.
Sometimes I put a movie on while I work- this year I pulled Dexter up and binged watched my favorite season ( last year it was Lucifer ) and then I take pictures of the tree with my dog.
When I think about my trees now, I remember what shows I was watching- and they are good ones- and I have pictures of Hamish Macbeth and my ugly, badly decorated tree that I actually had fun working on.
I’m hoping that I”ll have a year when I will realize that it’s ‘that time of the year’ and be excited about it. Being that Christmas is a pretty great thing to take part in, I’m willing to work on that.
It is worth it.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso