Ducks, Drakes and Croc Socks
Today is the fourth Saturday of our enforced lockdown. We should have been "free" yesterday. Instead, last Thursday, they added another fourteen days to our enforced stay at home. If one reads between the lines, as I have said, there's no guarantee that 1 May 2020 will see emancipation.
I admit that yesterday was a difficult one. The ick on village social media (again) highlighted the mean, dark side of humanity. It insidiously wears one down. Crises don't always bring out the best in people. Then I remembered my Irish blog pal's challenge to find or create some humour to make each other smile.
kinda hard when one's feeling down. Then I remind myself that others have it much harder than I.
Making friends in solitary confinement
A friend is literally in solitary confinement.
Unhappily, about the only humans she's seen have been Messrs Plod. That's a story for another time, perhaps. She has, though, created am army of pals. Not imaginary ones. Real ones that hang around the house and garden with her.
Asked for her favourites, she was hardpressed to choose between Shamus and Tut:
Shamus, the swiming pool sea monster. Apparently, he's very sweet. Once you get to know him.
To Tut, I cannot do justice, I have to use her own words:
He used be a Pharaoh, like real important like. Now he's a zombie mummy. He's a very happy little guy with a wicked sense of humour.
Check out more of Pixie's pals, pretty kitties and fabulous food on Instagram. You might just spot the brass animals she snapped when she went on her garden safari.
Me, I'm just trying to keep my ducks in row.
I've not entirely succeeded. Mr Drake and Ms Duck, are too busy playing boomps-a-daisy. Duckling? Well, does what ducklings, do....
Practise what I preach? Hell,
I have tried to practise my own freely offered advice, but not entirely succeeded. I'm
not cut my hair in anger. I had to do a major repair job.
Three days into lockdown. Lopsided, bad hairday angry haircut (L). Running repairs a couple of days later (R).
Good thing, too, because suddenly I had a video conference. I had to be respectable (at least from the waist up). Beltrack pants that don't stay up because they're so comfortable that ...
Cold toes + laziness = Crocs and socks. Never before seen outside The Sandbag House.
Now, that's a confession. As is the fact that in the last three weeks, I have taken and shared more selfies than the entire time I've been on social media. Including this one of me dolled up for the video conference.
Me, above the Crocs and socks.
I suspect my friend and hairdresser will be politely disapproving of the hatchet job when she is actually freed to fix my head.
Oh, and guess what? The video conference ended up being a webinar where the screen was never shared. There I sat, lipstick and all. For whom? The Husband and the cats.
Anyhow, that selfie has become my profile picture for an online platform where I will be teaching English.
Speaking of our feline family: Princess Pearli was off being the strumpet she is. Stay at home doesn't apply to her. Of course.
Gandalf? Well, he is dealing with this whole lock down thing as only he can:
Until next time, keep your ducks in a row (or try) and be well
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
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