Spending time home alone in what could have been called my
dating style but now everybody is doing it, social distancing I have had thetime to do things I always told myself I wanted to do. Most mornings with token effort I extricate myself from my bed – sometimes its late morning – and attempt to do some yoga trying to stay more flexible then a 2X4.
I then make some coffee and as I wait for it to brew I check out my beard in the mirror. I have let my beard grow for the last 2 weeks and it has come in a lot grayer then I expected. And it’s not that cool hip solid color grey but a patchwork grey with black and some red. After some closer evaluation the red turns out to be spaghetti sauce – and yes I have had spaghetti recently. My beard looks like I am wearing a fury demonic Rorschach test face mask that will easily keep people 6 feet away from me.
I am also working on learning to play the harmonica, a gift that was given to me years ago that has been waiting in a desk drawer for this moment. I have glanced through the introduction of the “For Beginners only, how to play the Marine Band type Hohner Harmonica” hand book skipping past the parts about scale and register, how to pucker your lips and how to draw and blow right to Mary had a little lamb. After what seems like minutes of practice with no part of my playing sounding like “Mary had a little lamb” I go into an improvised freestyle blues jam that incites my house plants into unrestrained applause that only house plants can bestow.
All this takes me away from my worries for only so long before my mind goes to places like – will I have enough Placebos to keep my Anatidaephobia under control? Anatidaephobia is the fear that someplace there is a duck watching you – it’s real – I have it. I try to calm my worries and fears by staring out the window at the squirrels (I don’t have issues with squirrels) while trying to clear my mind by remembering the first names of the 3 Gabor sisters.
Every so often I sneak out of the house and drive out to the Willow or Rainbow dam’s to get some fresh air and exercise and do some photo’ing of ice that has formed over the cold nights. As I appreciate these majestic creations that may only last a day or just a few hours a line from one of the polka prophecies’ keeps running through my mind – “In heaven there is no beer that is why we drink it here” – dude!