Bored To Death

RDP SATURDAY: MAGICAL

Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

If I cast a spell and steal a soul

will my world come back to me?

 

Somebody stole it

and took it away

somebody buried it

in an unmarked grave

 

Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

people shouldn’t mess

with devils like me.

 

Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

I have busy hands and sharp little teeth

and I am full of empty spaces just waiting to be filled.

 

Yum.

Tired of Singing The Blues

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: The Blues

Photo by Ann H on Pexels.com

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

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ6ieJJGW9o

It Wasn’t That Long Ago

RDP Monday: SURRENDER

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Last year at this time we were on a train heading out to Wisconsin to visit our  son and his family.

I remember being a little bored, impatient. I took a lot of pictures and played around with my camera. I did enjoyed the leisurely pace of traveling by rail,   but I did not enjoy the fact there was no WI-FI on the train and my laptop was not cooperating with my phone so I couldn’t use that to get on the net.

Oh well, I thought- plenty of time for  cruising the net later.

The scenery that chugged by my window was pretty and the trip itself was not without some excitement because the train hit someone who was crossing the tracks. I think that happened in Minnesota. I’ve seen what a train does to a human body and I was really glad I was sleeping when it happened and that there was nothing to see when the train started to move.

And then we finally we got to Wisconsin.

I also had a cold so I was out of sorts for most of my stay but I still enjoyed my visit.

We made plans for our next trip out- plane or train? Spring or Winter?

Oh well. Lots of time to figure that out we thought because we had all the time in the world- an entire year as a matter of fact!

But then March rolled up and the Coronavirus made itself at home and everything shut down.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I am still thinking about our next trip out-

there really is plenty of time to figure it all out.

No denying it, no getting around it may as well surrender myself to the idea.

I have a lot of time on my hands because all of the clocks have stopped moving and the days of the week don’t have names anymore.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Masks Off

Tuesday RDP: unmask

In “The Masque of the Red Death,” the poor are sacrificed to disease so the rich can keep their comfortable lives.

It’s only a story.

Isn’t it?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

“And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death