As the White Rabbit said, “I’m late. I’m late. I’m late for a very important date.” Scratch the important date, and the rest is mine. First, I got up late, after ten, and, still being in the sloth mode, I took my time. I made coffee and read the paper. I had two cups of coffee then some toast, rye toast. After that, I paid bills. I’m still in pain. I grocery shopped for delivery. Now I’m here.

If this were winter, I’d be hibernating; instead, I’m a hermit by circumstance. I could be the star of a 50’s science fiction movie entitled The Only Woman Alive. Tuesday was the last time I was out, the last time I interacted with people. It was uke practice. Since then, I have been home with a cat and two dogs. I find myself correcting the TV out loud but don’t worry. It never answers back. I correct grammar, continuity mistakes and I scoff. I watch movies and old TV shows. I am entertained.

The early morning was chilly. It rained last night for a bit. We have an every now and then strong breeze. Right now it is 64°. The sun is disappearing and reappearing. The dogs are having their morning naps. Soon enough it will be time for their afternoon naps. After that they’ll eat then have their evening naps. They’ll go to bed when I do. It’s a dog’s life has a new meaning.

When I was a kid, we had only a small front garden below the picture window. My father planted petunias or pansies. I loved the multi-colored pansies with all their faces and their bonnets. That’s what I saw.

I used to have cut out paper dolls. They were always in their underwear. The clothes had small tabs at the top so you could put them on the dolls. Each page had a different set of clothes like winter clothes with jackets and boots, summer clothes like shorts and bathing suits and fancy dresses, party clothes. I had to use big, real scissors to cut out the clothes as kid’s scissors weren’t sharp enough to go around on the lines to cut out the clothes and save the tabs. I remember I’d sometimes glue a popsicle stick on the back of the dolls because it was easier to play with them. They were great stocking stuffers and Easter basket gifts.

My errand list is overwhelming with no car. The trash alone is giving me hives, okay not really, but you get the point. I need my hair cut and my blood drawn. I need my garden flowers. I keep looking on line but haven’t yet found a car. That really is giving me hives!

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