The first warm sunny day? Yes, we did what everyone else did. We were out and about in the time of corona! Don’t! Nah! It was simply too beautiful to resist temptation. At least we weren’t at the beach or park. We dropped by to check in with the cousins. Andy got a haircut. Kathy did it. He claims he still has one ear. He succumbed to danger. He didn’t like wings. There’s a reason to take doubles. One always has eyes closed. And I don’t ask people to pose often. I should. It’s a better photo. But then again there’d be nothing if I didn’t ride with a camera around my neck. Ummmm? Do they distance inside too?
Dave’s been in one location for too long now. Kathleen’s sister had a child – Gio. I won’t comment upon the name. You look it up. “Noa” is pretty rare to hear too. On the go… Dave’s traveling again. Restless? Maybe west? There are a lot of options and there aren’t. But, as the country reopens, the possibilities are endless. And, he’s had Corona, we think; we can’t get him tested, but probably. No social distance if you are living with someone. I get to kiss Colleen but not hug Dave. No handshakes. They came to say good-bye. They’re headed to see the new baby. Risk? There are choices. Relaxing?
Have you ever had a day when everything came together – light, smiles, background…?
Post office. We have two nearby. We chose the one less frequented. There was no one inside when we pulled up. Two other cars came while I waited in the car. Colleen got the local news – free. The beaches are officially closed. The police patrol to keep it that way. People walk and exercise. Blue sky on one side and storm clouds from the other. We got a drenching downpour complete with thunder and lightning about an hour later. It’s just another exciting day in lockdown.
The dichotomy of the view – you chose – Corona or death – hoax? or real? – Republican? or – One could speculate a storm is coming or, it has passed.
…two months have passed since I scheduled this post. Corona came and never left. The beach opened. Corona is worse around us. Danger! There are folks everywhere. …follow the money.
I had to scramble for a post. It looks like I have posted erroneously publishing the same pics twice. My current project is editing images after the departure of our little grandchild. Don’t ask. I shot a lot (thousands) of images in two days. So far, I’m about 1/8 through editing. Corona weighs upon us all. I’m inserting a snapshot of the day with the hope that all of the family remains well.
The little one is among a crowded space of spinning wheels. For the record, this is the second time during corona that the house has been clean. Company comes, and, we all get vacuumed and straightened…
It looks like I have already published this post a few days ago. We’ve been kind of distracted. I didn’t notice my error till now. Oh well, stuff happens.
The last time… we ate out, we had dinner guests, our house was clean. Well, now might be the time to look back. Ha ha! I compose posts long before published. I am trying to stick to the one/day rule Jules imposed. This is/was being written in early May. Poignant! Literally the day/same evening we ate our last meal out as DE closed all restaurants.
We only clean up when we invite dinner guests. This was the last clean up before Jen and Mike came for St Pat’s corned beef. And the very next day… no toilet paper to be had. It’s been a while. No, no, no, there’s a new normal. Little did I know. Our house will not be tidy again, for a long long time. It’s a good thing. I do so love my life and my wife. Eh? What did I say? … I can’t remember when I last saw TP on the shelves! … and I love my wife.
Look. This is what you need to notice: The hand is (motion) blurred. The blocks are in motion falling down. The child has a wonderful expression – joy!
Can you guess where we’ve been recently? Yes! We cautiously made a field trip and did a visit in the midst of corona. Everyone’s been intelligently quarantined – for us, it’s been months. The auto everything camera of today has made me lazy. I press the shutter and magic occurs and a perfect image appears on my memory card. Not so fast, there’s a lot of factors in play – lighting, shutter speed, ISO, F-stop, zoom, composition, timing… Hey! That makes me scramble, I’m always seeking the perfect moment. I’m not sure you ever get there. But some moments are better than others. I am very thankful to have captured “moments” more than “almost.”
Since I know Colleen we have been taking pictures of barn looms. I shoot to see the tie up and set up. Fascinating?! Well, we bought a real one a couple years back. It dates back to the revolutionary war period – old, real old. And then we won another one in a chance pick up from a man who got a pile of wood at a government auction and didn’t know what to do with it. (The name – they kept them in barns, or the construction of the loom was like constructing a barn.) No one knows. After a couple of years, it works. I built the harnesses. And we tied the heddles – hand tied – my surgical skill came in handy. It works! Did I say that? We actually… Colleen is actually weaving with it. Ain’t that grand?
It’s hard to get a good photo. All of them are – good. But then, there are the exceptional “good” ones. They are few and far between. Often in the eye of the beholder, photos I receive are largely “snapshot” cute but forgettable. Once in a while, I receive a shot that evokes memory and emotion. It’s personal. This is one such. It’s childhood. It’s innocence. It’s a painting, illustration worthy of a cherished childhood book. Well done! (Credit: Jeff/Jules)
If you’re home… yes, we are all guilty. I got favorite shirts that you would never wear out in public. Embarrassed – statement, question, exclamation? Well, I do love my wife dearly. And I suppose she would take this fashion chance only in my presence. Little did she know… can she ever trust me… again? I did get a grand idea to fashion a tandem mask from her bra. No, you will not be seeing it. You may imagine. Keep in mind that maxi-pads pass no water either.
What do you do in the time of corona? We took to drinking. Alcohol. I don’t drink. Didn’t. …till now. Ha ha. I had some Scotch. Good Scotch … as in 15 year old Glenlivet. The good stuff. We brought it home from the source, Scotland. Samples really, they were the taste samples from the tour we took. Colleen doesn’t like the taste of Scotch. She prefers dark beer. I don’t like either. So, we did not bring any Scotch home. I wish we had. No matter. We mixed it with eggnog. Heresy?! No, palatable for me. Cheers!
On a slow day you take what you can get for photos. I’m reaching sometimes. But you gotta keep taking pictures even if you are in self quarantine. ?? It’s mohair being prepared as a warp. (If you weave, that makes perfect sense. I don’t (weave)).
It’s come to this. Living room.
noun: a room in a house for general and informal everyday use.
“the apartment has a comfy living room with sofas, chairs, TV, and dining table”
Looms. Spinning wheels. Etc. The room has no room to turn around. We have a studio… for looms, and, it’s full. And, the bedroom? My bed has a loom. And, a cat. I guess we’re sleeping out tonight.
In this time of corona, school was cut short this year. The classroom sessions ended early, sometime in March. Colleen and I met in third grade. We both went thru classes to the last day of that school year, May 27. That was a couple days back. I can recall the exact day and year because it was my brother’s birthday. And, who would have thought that history would get us together so many decades later. We orbited, separately, living full lives for so many decades before finding each other once again. That’s pretty amazing to me. There were a lot of moving parts that fortuitously fell into place for this to happen. We did sit in this very style of school desk. They seem to have gotten smaller over the years.
This one goes back to when Jules was a newborn. A lot has happened in the decades. Happy Birthday Eric. As the years pass, old photos (slides) become more precious. Change? No mustache and a pony tail – Eric, not Jules.
What to do on a rainy day and with no where you can go? Hey? Have you considered all the gas and money? We’re spending no money at home. And we’re not driving, so, no gas consumption. It’s good, right? Colleen set up her loom. This one was a trade-out. She swapped looms with a woman. Neither (woman) liked theirs (loom, not husband, silly). It’s been a while (months). It just takes time to set up. It would help if we could find the manual. But… at last, product! It’s placemats. Colleen likes table linen. We have a lot of placemats. So, alas, gifts – it seems I never get to keep the gorgeous product around to show off her skills. Someone is gonna be a very pleased recipient.
In the midst of crisis we took the opportunity to social distance on our bikes. Folks were out and about tending to their own business. We took in the neighborhood and the flowers. Home, we took advantage of our imported Scotch (yes, all the way from Scotland). Ok, I don’t drink (alcohol) so we made our version of Bailey’s, mixing “good” Scotch with egg nog. Yes, Xmas egg nog preserved and unopened… til now. I spent the rest of the afternoon in an alcohol induced coma.
A run: as in trip; errand; mission. We were on a typical run – over the strenuous objection of Colleen. We needed things. Don’t we all? Plants and planters…. and so forth. Groceries! Man’s gotta eat. Colleen is very fond of eating. (Shhh! I didn’t say that.) So, masks. I never miss a photo op. Flowers. Color combos. It’s challenging to take a pic in the blowing wind. You contend with motion blur. Not enough blur to be interesting, it’s more like a bad photo blur. We were out and about during corona and hopefully it was a successful run.
The good news? You have a 90%+ survival rate if you get corona. And the death rate is less than 10%. That’s very good! Good math! Go out an’ hug someone. Somehow, I think I will pass on hugging, for now.
I’m about two months ahead – my post today was composed March 21. So, by now, the world has changed. Corona. Gripping. Colleen has been consumed. Me too. I hope you made it through. To the many and few readers, I hope you are all safe. I wonder whether I/we shall be too? This one is the apocalypse. I have been through events in my lifetime – Kennedy assassination to 9/11 and more. This time we are part of the news no matter where we have sheltered. I wonder to see how this has all changed two months from now. From where I sit there’s no good news today. Two months on?
Summer market, famer’s market, teeming with people out to get fresh produce or a good meal. Ya gotta love the kids. There’s nothing better than a hot ear of corn on the cob! And beer? We settled in at BBQ joint and Colleen got a flight (of beer). San Luis Obispo was such an exotic faraway city when I first came across the name back in the early ‘70’s while working in a publishing house. My niece later married here. And now, Colleen and I have dined. I never actually thought I’d ever be here. Funny how life intersects with my reality.
…we could travel freely? Right about now we are more than half through our second trip to Scotland. Not! Bad timing! Ode to corona: who thought a trip to our mailbox would be a threat to our health. Confused? No. Alas, we are not in Scotland. We were told the sheep were dipped – yellow – for purposes of health. We never saw another flock like it. Reasons on the ‘net include: ID, ownership, ewes, theft discouragement and who knows? We frequently staged some gag photos for the kids. Yeah, shameless Photoshop. Why not? Poor Colleen. Why hug a post box? Hey! You would have to look in my brain. Me? Some days I’m locked out. Thistle: the national flower of Scotland. And right now I wish we were posting: “Wish you were here.”
… a riff on sheltering in place. St Pat’s, we cooked. What else? Corned beef and cabbage. No green cabbage – there was a run in the grocery – red will do. It turned my carrots and potatoes purple. Purple was the color of the day. Gluten free cake with pecan coconut icing, are you hungry yet? Corn meal biscuits, yum! Colleen likes canned corn beef – cold. Oh well, the rest of us ate the good stuff. And, we were all virus free and hoped to stay that way.
We’ve been at this about a year. February 16, 2019, was the first basket class we ever took. A little more than a year later… we’ve come quite a long way. We’ve encountered three-four teachers. We learned a few tricks. And we can now make a Nantucket basket. It’s not so difficult as much as it is patience in learning the necessary technique. I have yet to make one of my own design. There are plans out there. I can be very happily occupied for a long while. Looking back we’ve come a long way. I would never have thought we’d weave something so intricate looking every bit as fine as I would admire in a craft store. Neat! … just a year. Oh my! PErfect? No. Happy? Priceless!
And… which one did I craft, which was Colleen’s?
…or Corona… or eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die! This is the last (our) supper before the ban on eating out in restaurants went into effect in Delaware. Nuts! By the time this post is published… who knows how the disease will have gone? Fact and fiction, either or, neither will have made much difference. Science and politics don’t match well. Too convoluted? Well, as of this writing, there are folks (Republicans) who deny anything is wrong in the face of the fact that there is no toilet paper, water, or hand sanitizer to be had. These three items alone should tell you a disaster is happening. It’s seems that FEMA has noted we always have a disaster when the TP goes missing. Laugh, slowly clapping.
It’s the least worse pic I found on a gentle search of the hard drive this morning. Hey! And to all your moms too! I can only say that I was a terrible photographer at that time. I was unable to see the subject for the flowers. The background fades and what becomes important; was important; who knew? When my kids were little we made breakfast in bed for their mother. i swear Father’s Day is after so it’s payback if I didn’t do something. It never seems to work to tell your wife – she’s not your mother. And, I reminded my favorite son so he won’t look bad. His mom thinks he’s her best son. I want to keep it that way.