Tuesday, May 5, 2020

I'M STILL STANDING AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I'm sorry I haven't been around. I got out of the habit of writing posts and now I can't get back into the habit.

Besides, I'm extremely busy doing nothing.

I've noticed that some people on our street are no longer interested in social distancing. Example: the guy with a teenage daughter. She was out in the street today in front of their house with a conglomerate of her male buddies. They love to drop the F-bomb, but they don't merely drop it. They scream it.

I swear if it's going to be like this during the entire summer, I'll have to take some action. I don't know what it will be.

My pink-camo mask is missing. It's a good thing that Carol had a blue camo left. A few years from now I'll probably find the pink one.

For those of you who don't wear masks and don't trouble yourselves with social distancing and other precautions, please do not darken my door. When restaurants, bars, playgrounds, and beaches re-open, I expect to see a spike in the number of confirmed cases and, sadly, the number of deaths.

We can't give up now.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


Penelope is such a fashionista. Recently she wore a cap that matched her bandanna. In spite of her pride in her appearance, she still takes off when Carol and I try to photograph her.


She looks downright appalled in this photo,
but what's the point in dressing up if you won't allow
anyone to see how great you look?