Me and My Shadows

RDP Thursday – LONELY

Last Thursday I was laid off from work- so on Friday I took Governor Inslee’s stay at home orders to heart.

I started out last Friday under my first   official ‘ Day 1 ‘ under Stay At Home orders.

Until that Thursday I had been deemed part of an the Essential Work force and was taking a train in and out of Seattle. Because of that I worked under the assumption I was dealing with people who carried the contagion or that I was carrying it myself- so I took all of the guidelines for being out in public very seriously.

However, because I didn’t fall into a category to be tested I wasn’t sure if I had the Coronavirus- or if what had bothered me for a few weeks back in February were my allergies or as  I felt- I had a touch of the flu.

I’m good about getting flu shots so when I felt a little under the weather I thought maybe what I had been vaccinated against was trying to get me, but couldn’t get a grip on me ( take that ya nasty bug! )

My nose wouldn’t stop running ( I’m serious, it was like a faucet that wouldn’t stop running and if I put my head down or looked down- it was embarrassing. It was like incontinence of the face.)  All I wanted to do was sleep and food had lost all of it’s magic for me. It all tasted so blah. I thought it was because of my allergies.

During that time I would be at work going about my business or at home watching tv and then all of the sudden I would feel like I was burning up.

Allergies-maybe menopause? Didn’t know. I just popped some Ibuprofen opened a window put on a tee-shirt and within twenty minutes I felt fine- but it would happen again a few days later and that went on for almost two weeks.

The thing is, my allergies have never had symptoms like that before and I never got hot flashes tied to my menopause symptoms during the day.

But what else could it have been?

I still don’t know.

So within this last week  felt like I got to hit the reset button and now I can pay attention to my health.

I feel like Dr Frankenstein- doing experiments in secret with Lucifer looking over my shoulder( actually he does ), I have a print of Lucifer by Van Stuck hanging above my fireplace and I write under it.

The monster I am trying to create? Am I experimenting on myself?

We’ll see. I’ll probably end up writing about it.

The problem is, my worst imaginings are getting a run for their money right now.

Lucifer and Co
Photo By A.M. Moscoso

 

The Family Tree

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Countless Branches

I was visiting my son and his family in Wisconsin a few years ago and one of the places we stopped at ( of course ) was a cemetery.

A few weeks before I arrived there had been a storm and a few trees got knocked down and was the result spooky looking  even in the daylight.

amm

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Get Thee Behind Me Coronavirus

RDP Monday: DELIGHTFUL

There isn’t a lot to delight in today.

I am cut off from my family because three of them have underlying health conditions that could leave them vulnerable to the Coronavirus and I am riding the train into Seattle everyday to go to work where in all likelihood I could be exposed to the virus myself.

I have entered the ‘ social distancing arena ‘.

On one hand I normally lead a very solitary life- I am a writer and to be honest I don’t exactly mix and mingle the way I used to. So putting myself into lockdown after work right now  isn’t exactly putting me out . The only difference in my life is my pizza delivery is taking a little longer then normal and my grocery deliveries are taking longer then normal too.

So am I withdrawn, world weary- maybe even  on the verge of becoming anti social?

Well no I’m not and this is how I know that for a fact.

My dog is one of the most happy,  outgoing, social and friendly dogs, that  have ever had or known.

He wakes up wagging his tail and doing his version of a happy dance once he gets out of bed. At night he piles his favorite toys up near our front door- I’m not sure why he does that exactly, but he seems to enjoy going through the process.

I’m guessing I helped bring him  to the place where the world is delightful to him and everything in it is just…PAWESOME. So I shall keep my eye on Hamish because I think he is my emotional  barometer and if it drops even a little I will go out of my way to bring it back up- for the both of us

but mostly for him.

AMM

 

HAMISH MACBETH-
Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish Macbeth
Photo A.M. Moscoso

HAMISH MACBETH Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

The Runners

 

RDP Sunday — SOMETHING

He dug up every letter,  faded concert ticket and a carefully folded panty from that magical night when he turned 19 and  she spent that first night with him

and ran back to her.

She  wrote a poem and signed it with a little picture she doodled with a shaky hand of her cradling her naked breasts

and she opined

that they were

Forever soulmates, let’s run away to Italy and you can eat my pasta while I listen to you play guitar in the moonlight under my window

and with this song of love in  hand she ran towards him crying in ecstasy with each step she took.

 

By the time they met, in that enchanted place they would call home

40 years had flown by without them

and the Grim Reaper was there too

at their housewarming

singing a song under their window with a scythe in one hand and a pair of panties and a handful of poems written in a shaky hand in the other.

 

Before he knocked the Reaper wondered

as he sometimes did

if these fragile souls needed something to live for

why some of them settled for something that wasn’t there

when there was so much around them

that

was.

 

 

Doing Time In Coronaville

RDP Friday – Isolate

Photo by Jeswin Thomas on Pexels.com

I take the train to work and because of the Coronavirus outbreak here in Seattle my train has only about 1/3 of the passengers that it normally carries.

My car only carried 6 passengers- but it was three to many.

Sitting behind me were three Yippy Skippy Millennials who were laughing it up because  they are under the impression that they are immune and ” nobody is really going to die except maybe old sick people” and  isn’t it a joke that people are over reacting and schools restaurants  are shutting down and everyone is washing their hands every six seconds but at least ” nobody is on the train, so there’s all this room hahahaha.”

That line jingled in my head. ” No one is on the train. ”

When we got to Seattle and we were leaving the car,  I sort of bumped one of the Yippy Skippy Millennials with my backpack and when she turned around to see what was up I stared at her blankly, I do a great expressionless face after all I used to care for the dead- and brushed by her.

Of course, under normal circumstances I would have apologized for the bump and no way would I have nudged anybody out of my way because that’s rude.

But I didn’t apologize.

What was the point?

Because after all. Nobody was on the train with them.

And I am sure she is just fine.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Seattle feels like ‘ghost town,’ business owners say as they face life in coronavirus hot spot

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King County, Washington: Coronavirus Disease 2019 (COVID-19)

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The Sleeping Green Man

RDP Thursday – GREEN

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Will he wake up?

Can he wake up?

If he does will he think he is still sleeping

trapped in a nightmare

where the streets are empty, the buildings are dark, all of the doors are locked no one is home

but then he hears:

Go away! Don’t Sneeze on me, I don’t want to die!

So he leaves, without saying hello or opening his eyes.

 

Spring was here, and then it went away .

Fear is sprouting like weeds

anywhere it can take root

and it is taking root

everywhere.