Sunday, 26 April 2020
I’m not the first to note this, but: these covid days can blur together #hometogether.
We watched a movie tonight as a palate cleanser: “Hopscotch” (1980) with Walter Matthau and Glenda Jackson, plus a young (as the phrase goes) Sam Waterston…and more. Plenty of laughs.
* Blurred together plants: big hosta leaves, small purple something-blooms, periwinkle leaves, tiny bit of some vine-weed…so four species here, I think.
Monday, 20 April 2020
We had an essential errand to do (pharmacy), and I added a loop that took us through downtown and most of the way up to Buckhead. While this street downtown is darned empty, not all were. I’d say that traffic was far less than a Before Times Monday, however. That’s traffic; and the weather: lovely.
This reminds me of the BotGarden floral diversity…which I miss terribly.
Our Governor announced that some businesses can re-open on Friday; our Mayor said nope, not in her town. If I have it right…. I’m with continuing as we are, with our fingers crossed, distant, and staying home….
BTW, we saw plenty of street-corner sitting downtown…homeless I assume…. No masks. Not a one. Gets in the way of the flask rim, ya know.
Sunday, 19 April 2020
In my cynicism-recovery mode (see yesterday), I found these pots to be harbingers of hope…hope for “new life.” I keep feeling the pull of the garden centers…gotta get some basil plants, if nothing else…how can I shape that into necessary and essential?
I first saw two chairs and a tabletop, and thought…street chess gone bad. Then, I realized the chairs are both facing downhill, and thought…waiting for someone to descend the staircase? Too many loose ends, however…spool end…mossy wall…it’s up to you….
Saturday, 18 April 2020
Isn’t this what the comedians lead with: “Funny story…and this is true….” I’m no comedian, but here goes… So I plant my feet to get this photo, but I’m fumbling extra long because wearing a mask means my phone doesn’t recognize me so I have to get in manually…and fumble, fumble. Just as I get ready, I realize a vehicle is turning in next to me…the driveway of This House. See, it’s on the right.
I figure, now I’m going to get hollered at, “why are you taking a picture of my house!??” But, nope! The lady’s laughing, saying, those chairs are falling apart. I say, I like that they’re looking inward, a metaphor for these times, perhaps…. She laughs. And the fence on the porch, I say. She laughs more.
I wave and continue on my way, thinking I shouldn’t be so cynical.
Friday, 17 April 2020
Plenty of remodeling* going on in our neighborhood. Here the backyard was almost full with a large trampoline, and to allow access for workmen, well, it had to be moved. Stand-up option!
Here’s a re-shingling job close by.
Time is passing…the dogwoods are winding up their glory days. [BTW, we got stimulated this week. The $$ will help with the groceries…we’re buying plenty of them!]
I think we’re in the not-quite-spring/not-quite-summer transition. The temps are spring, and the leaves are out like summer. I like this changeover interval.
* Also some new construction, I think jobs that began in Before Times.
Thursday, 16 April 2020
My favorite walking-and-social-distancing street: so many options! My path wanders completely between the sidewalks depending on the presence of other adventurers…and the prevailing breeze angle.
Pink pretties.
Peony bee.
I found the flowers on other streets, as I had to deviated from my usual route to take our applications for absentee ballots to the post office.
Wednesday, 15 April 2020
I looked for the logo on this one: Alfa Romeo.
However, I saw this one first…and was so spellbound (ha!) by the flat that I didn’t look for the manufacturer’s emblem. I assumed it was a Fiat (in my general automotive cluelessness) until I saw the above vehicle…now I’m thinking Alfa.
Okay, you’re not getting away with out a flower-eye-candy.
Friday, 10 April 2020
Here’s a variation on “rose between two thorns”—dandy between hostas!
To riff on Stephen Colbert, “Meanwhile…our microwave died during dinner prep.”
Bit of a failure…long time coming. I’ve had these shoes for something like 15 years. Mom wore them for a while when she had slick-soled old-lady shoes and couldn’t get any purchase to move her wheelchair. Then they came back to me and landed in the back of the closet. Back in the Before Time, I got them back out one rainy day…waterproof, you know. Love Keens.
Most people I see around this neighborhood are being careful with social distancing. Today, I came across a backyard full of guys (I counted nine) who looked like 30-ish lawyer-banker types, judging by the haircuts and quality casual wear…drinking beer and yucking it up and making a few putts on a backyard putting green (usually cluttered with plant bits and ignored), I’m guessing because the country club is closed. They probably have an in with our clueless governor….
Wednesday, 8 April 2020
I got my feedbag mask adjusted better today, plus I think it was a bit cooler out. Will be more difficult when it is hot-n-humid. Poor me.
I have my new research project underway: the Iberian peninsula. I told the Guru I figured we can get there in the next decade. Now I’m trying to figure out the ports and interior transportation network that developed during Roman occupation. Parts of Iberia had/have considerable mineral resources…and had been mined for quite some time. Certainly, by the Late Bronze Age (as elsewhere across Europe…and beyond), the material culture had become quite complex blah blah blah. Anyway, I gotta start earlier than the Romanization to get a sense of its context. Sail on!
Fell in love with these streaky blooms, but this is the only decent shot I took. Hoping the vaccine-development folk are making good progress.
Tuesday, 7 April 2020
Despite reading about variable viral loads in patients (“How Does the CoronaVirus Behave inside a Patient” by Siddhartha Mukherjee; April 26th, New Yorker), I wore my feedbag model of my cloth mask. I thought the larger breathing pocket would be less of an impediment while exercising. Then, well into my walk, I thought that the exhalation squeezing out around the mask edges might…hmm, well, what if I had the virus, wouldn’t I be exhaling virus travelers right into my eyeballs, increasing my viral load…hmm, let’s move along.
Where pine pollen comes from….
Seasonal mushroom, already nibbled by…wildlife?
Art! Sidewalk chalk art! Stained glass star….