Me, Myself and Irene Christmas Edition

Just for fun. I was not in the mood for Christmas as 2020 has presented itself as one pathetic miserable bitchy year and I didn’t see the need to reward it but as life dictates, we should always count our blessings, take the good, the bad and make an omelet out of it. I mean, we need the bad sometimes to shake our bun-buns, teach us lessons as our life depends on it but not the dump that was thrown at us like an hot pot on the oven. 2020 has officially been canceled and we saw it in real time.

I made the decision to pick and follow, not to choose but follow, embrace the present. The Lord is my Sheppard I shall not want. I decided to take the good the year has offered, ditch the horrible, put it on a pile of manure and bury it somewhere on the curbside. Pumped I became and as much life has been one bowl of tomato soup, He restored my soul, leading me in the paths of righteousness, I was not about to turn it into a mash potato.

I moved in, decorated the house, sprinkled a few scent of pine here and there on something that resembles a Christmas tree, (my tree is too big and I was not in the mood to deal with it. I got the one on the corner and spruced it, add some light to it and it is standing tall and pretty, smiling right back at me), put up the lights and made it feel like the holiday that it is for two grateful soul dwellers. Yup, not going anywhere but my home. Ms Rona said so and I am ok.

2020 has been one puking year, for the books that no even the bookkeepers could have foreseen, forget the make believe horoscope card readers psychics, they were out to lunch on this twenty twenty and riding on my parade one more time it wasn’t, in the Christmas spirit I was going to be. I put my foot down and declared that life is for the living and living I was going to and elected to finding goodness, joy, the bright light in the pile of hay, grab it and make it my umbrella du jour. Yeah Christmas, bring it on!

Hello July!

Half way through the year and wondering what life has installed for and will bring us. Relying on faith that the universe will take care of itself and will always be pretty. Tomorrow shall be as tomorrow will be. Stay well. Stay safe. Live life to the fullest as tomorrow always tells a story.

A Whole Lotta Corona

89235899_2850245268331476_6120818091791220736_oIt is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

It is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

The last time that many animals came by, they looked scared, confused. They were running around with their tails curled up their derrieres like a frozen papaya from the bird flu. Yeah, word on the street, it was a make believe. Sure, I am yet to see an animal fearful of a bird but it is Corona; yup, C-o-r-o-n-a, animal she isn’t but surely is acting like one motherland beast. And as the story goes, a girl can no longer enjoy her favorite beer without envisioning a germ creeping crawling right up to her spine. Yah, I can imagine. A movie it isn’t; bam, reality it is.

Wash your hands they say. I do. No lies, just flies. No traffic jam, no truck trailer or yellow bus. Just I, at home chillin. The sun is out. The sky is blue. The streets a ghost town. The mood is good, so far. The breeze is flowing. And I, one cucumber over the moon, green as my unpeeled banana on a extended vacation. Life is for the living and the grass is always greener tomorrow. Trim it. Walk with kindness. Wave all your fingers high, say hi. Be good to your fellow earth dwellers. Smile. Cheers!

©️ Angela Aguiar