"...it ain't over"

More from my early COVID Journals.

As I post in August 2021 the Delta Virus mutation rages. States again overwhelmed.

This post below from the very first days of NYC COVID. 

Lockdown March 23rd 2020. 

There, and back again. My short adventure out getting my meds, and paying my electric bill. Both the streets, and trains were empty. I was literally alone. Like a Sunday morning at 5am. On the streets I was not within 50 feet of anyone. I took care of my affairs. Went to the also empty supermarket. I checked first for crowds. ...empty. However price gouging had begun.

When I came home I showered, and washed with alcohol.

Put my things in a laundry bag, and sprayed with disinfectants.

Army helicopters buzzing about. NY Air National Guard I assume. I saw an Army convoy on the parkway. Coming from the direction of the airport. Life in wartime.

The earth abides.

The grass is starting to poke up.

Trees are budding much more than when I was last out.

There was no mail delivered. No current newspaper at the market.

I'm starting dinner. Rice veggies chicken. All is quiet. Life goes on.

"...stitch in time"

I've made paper art dolls like the winged Geisha.

Never sewn any, but always wanted to. ...see example right.

This is my project for fall, and winter. I'm making sketches.

When I decide on style I'll post then get sewing.

Remind me to keep at.

I like to digress.

 

"...glam"

Summer afternoon Barbie glam shots.

 

"...day of days"

I wrote this years ago. I just read it again. It’s a hopeful tale. We could a few of those.

“The Day”

One day it just stopped. We all just stopped doing it. The cruel selfish mean things stopped. No sparkling lights no Angels around. It just stopped.

You know how some would step over the homeless, and hungry all that. The bad stuff everybody always said they were against yet allowed to keep going. Well it stopped.

I didn’t notice,…exactly.

Till I went to a Chinese take out joint, and they fed me,…for free.

Btw I went back, and gave them an “Astro Boy” action figure in thanks. This has caught on as ya know. People exchanging things. Not barter exactly. Just a nice sharing.

Police began taking homeless persons home to stay with them. That, and releasing those they knew were wrongly busted. Firemen took poor folks into their stations. Treating them like family. The News became very funny. Them jokers was all coming clean about lying to us.

Fancy stores, and regular shops began giving stuff to folks.

Not just the poor, but all of us. Like at the Chinese place. Where they told me, “…everybody has to eat”. Them folks at fancy shops knew people needed stuff so shared.

Btw none of that “Black Friday” greed riots stuff ever happened.

All this, and somehow the economy still worked,…better than ever. It wasn’t just us. This was happening all over the world. I mean I was watching that BBC special about how our biggest aircraft carriers are being converted into grain ships.

The government, and president had nothing to do with it.

The sailors, and farmers just got together figured it out, and did it. A lot of this going on. Like them big Israeli Iranian water purification projects in Africa, and other places.

Mind you as you knows too well. Folks is still folks.

We have all sorts of assholes still running around loose. Just not as many, and they’re not in change anymore.

As for “The Day”, and what the hell it means.

Well the surprise was that we’ve been in a post scarcity world economy for near a hundred years.

Some of them economy wonks think longer. We’d been in a hand to mouth boom bust war genocide tradition for so long we just didn’t know how to share.

Predatory capital, and Soviet style mayhem were signs as to how wrong we were getting it, but were too stupid to see.

So one day it just changed.

Basically all at the same moment.

Some religious types think it’s some deity or other. However them science smarty pants online, and TV calls it an Evolutionary Awakening. Sort of like when the ability for language suddenly spread all over the place.

They think we’ve had this cooking up for a very long time.

Sort of explains them peasant revolts through history. All that Enlightenment stuff.

Ya know Abolitionist against Slavery. Women’s rights even hippies, and similar attempts at sharing through the centuries. One day like a genetic log jam it burst. Works for me.

Though I’m still holding out for some Angel stuff somewhere.

Anyway I finally get to open a one stop shopping free book store hobby shop, and doll hospital.

"...Plague Year"

Battening down one's hatches. I live in a pleasantly shabby 120 year old building. I also live in a city that gives names to houses. Mine is dedicated to an obscure tho' mostly harmless American head of state. Would we could have more of these.

As to my digs. The walls, and ceilings are all finely veined with spider web cracks. As with paintings a century, and more will do that. In winter as my windows rattle. Arctic chill wisps through every etched line. In summer steam.

Comes COVID, and Lockdown.

These gave me motive opportunity, but mostly time. I spent the entirety of our Human Catastrophe sealing up my digs like a submarine. I gathered my arsenal of supplies. Then hunted gaps cracks, and loose ends with passion.

I scraped sanded spackled cleaned, and painted everything in sight. Then did it again to make sure! Heck I'm still at it. As spaces corners whole walls I did a year ago have reverted. 

The building continues to settle. Mostly toward the northwest. Left unattended it will slide into the driveway, and yard in say 150,...200 years. So there's no time to lose! 

My digs are like the Brooklyn Bridge. Upkeep will never end. Seems I've found my life's work at last.

"...passion"

If I were a youth again shit would be slightly different. 

 71 years in this blood splattered madhouse has taught me  

there's nothing to be afraid of.

I'd be braver.

Even the fucking Pope said, 

"...do not be afraid."

Makes sense in an Ort Cloud sort of way.

Regards bullies Nazis assorted buttholes...fuck'em.

If I were once more like the soul above.

 I'd start work on the Queer Anarcho Free Lunch, and Tuition 

Revolution earlier, and with far more passion.

Comrades it's your life nobody else's. 

So love, and be Loved.

That, and have a Fucking Ball.

That's the main reason we're here.

 

"...real"

To make dreams

and

Majik Real.

"...flying"

 

It's good for a church to have an open roof. 

Makes it easier for the Angels to get in. 

When I was little I thought that during service 

the church would lift up to into the sky, and float in Heaven.

I really believed this. 

When the organ really went to town, and the choir was going nuts. 

I believed I could feel the actual building heaving up into the sky.

Perhaps carried by Angels.

At the time I also believed that I could fly. 

As I've mentioned here. 

I thought I could perch on my window sill leap, and fly. 

Fly to the tree outside of my bedroom.  

I was convinced I had the power. Faith is a serious thing.

Btw I bet I could'a flown

I'll bet kids fly, and perform all manner of Miracles.

Mostly they don't tell.

 They know we've stopped believing in Majik.

"...fall into the sky"

One tries so hard not to fall into the darkness.

We try to be bright humorous.

To have wit, and grace.

This in times of routine venalities.