One of my friends puts masks on tiny glass and ceramic animals. Back when she actually had a life, she made tiny ceramic animals. We all do the best we can with what we have.
I am just stuck in the doldrums. According to NOAA: The Doldrums holds a distinct place in maritime history, having developed a reputation as a potentially deadly zone that could strand ships for weeks on end, causing them to run out of food and drinking water. In those days, with supplies running low, and scurvy setting in, delirium, starvation, and cabin fever could all set in – and getting through this mysterious patch of ocean quickly was a matter of life and death. Seems a little like Covid and/or the reign of the orange lord.
Gratitude
Happy for one of my neighbors. A 90 something former ambassador and most likely CIA operative got married yesterday. When you are 90 something waiting for this Covid mess to be over isn’t the best ever plan. His bride lives in a similar asylum in DC. They haven’t decided where to live. I would pick the asylum with the best skilled-nursing capabilities. They can decide that after their honeymoon. The Asylum made them a special dinner last night, complete with champagne. I hope they didn’t have to eat dinner out of green plastic boxes. I don’t see myself getting married again. But it makes me happy that people do.
