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

 

PS I Hate Your Guts

Yesterday I was watching the news, and one of the health experts that was being interviewed suggested that when families from different households get together over the holidays that they eat before they get together and just enjoy the company- while wearing masks and maintaining social distancing- and of course people who are high risk should probably not be there.

You know, the holidays are going to be bust and I’ll probably skip it this year. Besides I am notorious for buying the wrong gifts and not cooking the right foods and always showing up on the scruffy side because I manage to not wear the right thing too.

I am tired of this stupid life and this stupid world and I am tired of idiots screeching for their ‘freedoms’ and I am tired of encouraging people who are doing the right things.

I  hate this life we have with abandon- for some reason my enthusiasm for that has not waivered.

RDP Wednesday – FATIGUE

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

The 2nd Avenue Nomads

RDP SATURDAY: NOMAD

I travel the same gray path

from my front door

to my car

to the train that takes me to work.

 

From the station

it’s few steps to where I work

below the sidewalks, cracked with hard use

under the streets bumpy and worn

where 12 elephants walked shoulder to shoulder

just above my head

in 1903.

 

We are all just ghosts

from  different times

haunting 2nd Avenue.

 

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

 

Start Early Krampus!

Dear Krampus

Why wait until Christmas to pay us a visit?

As you know, we are dealing with Covid-19 and some of us are acting responsibly.

Some of us were laid off from work but we aren’t reaching for guns and ropes and threating elected officials to let us get back to getting tattoos and facials and expecting restaurant staff to risk their lives to serve us food and coffee and cheesecake-OR ELSE.

We aren’t crowding to beaches because we might pick up a virus that could kill someone who lives next door to us, or someone in our family.

However some of us are doing ALL of those things- and like every spoiled brat you have ever stuffed into a sack people are doing these things because they don’t want to be told ” No” and the temper tantrums that are being thrown could be more serious then those in the past.

Given that you have a bumper crop of brats of all sizes and ages you might want to start early this year. I wouldn’t want you to get frazzled.

Sincerely Yours

AMM

RDP Sunday –FRAZZLED

The Obstinate Cat

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Abstract in Black and White

                           ( sort of )

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

If I wanted to tell the story

about the world as it is in this moment

compared to the one I came from

and the one I am going to end up living in

a year or so from now,

I think I  would tell it in fragments

a smile there

a betrayal there

a nightmare that stayed with me long after I woke up and started my day.

 

Bad jokes, kind gestures, Mozart, Robert Johnson and Abba made my house a home

 walking my dog up hills, why are there so many half eaten hamburgers at the side of the road?

 

It’s not hard to be polite in line if you have to stand

six feet away from someone

now we can smirk or grimace because nobody can see the

lower half of your face or hear what you say under your breath.

 

Life was a completed puzzle that the obstinate cats of the world

shoved off the table

piece by piece

to the floor

but not before they ate that one piece that goes in the middle

that one piece that made it all make sense

That’s the story I would tell.

::: Below are some portraits by Wassily Kandinsky that I spent some time looking at before I wrote today’s piece:::

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky