Self-Isolations is over

Our two-week COVID-lockdown is over. We worked yesterday for the first time. My husband left the house in the morning, I watched him leave and I dragged my feet to the living room. I piddled around a bit but finally made it to my workroom. In clothes -real clothes! All our pajamas and sweatpants were spinning in the washer. We survived the coronavirus and I feel so many emotions, I don’t even know where to begin.

I love you my Darling, now go away!

“He sits right across the table and eats his breakfast when I have my zoom class,” she said and I could almost picture it and felt instant relief. I am not alone, there are others like me. We both laughed on the phone, understood each other.

Happier with Less

I have learned a lot about myself during the quarantine. I don’t need much to be happy. Strip me of my $7 coffee or tea, take the take-outs away, and I am still comfortable and content. The simpler life suits me just fine. Being at home with my husband, cooking every day, cleaning up together -declaring dishwashing part of his Physical Therapy, because he is still not allowed to lift anything that’s no heavier than a coffee cup.

I am not happy, or perhaps I am?

I’m not happy. I feel a genuine sense of heartbreak every single day. A lot of it has to do with me being hyper-observant and somewhat intelligent. Not meaning to toot my own horn, but there’s a threshold, I believe, where too much knowledge, too much awareness, too much understanding makes it literally impossible to attain a state of happiness.

The Man Who Doesn’t Vote

He is a nice, older gentleman. He comes from a small town in the midwest, where he and his siblings were raised by a single mom. He knows poverty, has lived it and doesn’t like how it made him feel.

I am Thankful

For the wife
Who says it’s hot dogs tonight
Because she is home with me
And not out with someone else.

Suicide – Parts Unknown

I remember Paul so well. He was such a fun guy, a goofball, who made others laugh. He was a kind soul, but had some temper problems, especially after the loss of a tight tennis match. We were in the same tennis club. I danced at his wedding, celebrated his daughter’s birth with him, just like all his other friends.

Happiness (Reconsidered)

Happiness
Is a clean bill of health from the doctor,
And the kids shouldn’t move back home for
more than a year,
And not being audited, overdrawn, in Wilkes-Barre,
in a lawsuit or in traction.

The Seven Dwarfs

 

Statistically, six out of seven dwarfs are not Happy.

Not with a Bang but with a Whimper

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom