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