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My answers to Val's Postcards from the Pandemic - 2. Card #5 to #11

Card #5

On my way back from the creek I stop at the grocery shop.

Customer: “Still no toilet paper?”

Clerk: “ We fill the shelves every, morning. Around lunchtime, everything is gone again.”

Customer: “And what is with people, who have to work?”

Clerk: “They have to bring it from the office.”

 

Card #6

Spring is back so I grab the camera—not the phone

And hunt some birds. Too many people had the same thought.

It’s difficult to maintain the two meter distance.

We’re heading home.

The scent of freshly baked goods cheers me up.

I go to the garden and plan my herb bed.

 

Card #7

Yes, yes, I admit it, it’s getting to me.

I admit I hold my breath when I pass others, even when the distance between us is over two meters.

The doc said I belong to the high risk group.

More and more people are wearing masks.

R. does all the grocery shopping now.

The weather is fantastic.

But I can’t forget the numbers.

My stupid brain clings to the misery, the pain that’s behind those exorbitant figures.

Snap out of it!

Watch the birds pair up and nest and the butterflies making caterpillars.

 

Card #8

It’s official Easter holidays.

I could lean back and enjoy my free time. Write, read, some gaming, or listen to strange music.

But no hiking, no visiting friends or family.

No Easter Monday picnic.

Suck it up!

Paint eggs! Make Italian vegetarian Easter Pie (Torta Pasqualina) !

Color your hair green!

Smile

 

Card #9

The silence is a mirage.

A rhythmically dragged paw claims to be a spinning wheel of fortune,

Slowly passing the pointer.

The silence is a monster.

A cube expanding to every corner of the room.

Deafening and smothering all.

The silence is a boxing ring.

A spoon dropped into a mug,

Pretending to be a bell.

K.O.

 

Card #10

The list was long.

Insurmountably long:

Complete various forms.

Tidy up the desk.

Wax the floor.

Wash the windows.

Grade some tests.

Prepare the garden...

Tidy this.

Tidy that.

Item after item checked.

I need a new list

Maybe a fun list?

 

Card #11

Today I went to a place of many fond childhood memories.

The lake became a mere pond. A puddle, cloudy from growing algae.

The hills we used to roll down laughing to the chagrin of old ladies,

are bumps.

When I follow one of the many paths I find you. Sleeping.

Green grass and daisies.

A bird bath. No cold slab of stone with a name.

Thank you for reading my postcards.
@Valkyrie :thankyou::heart:  for editing . Wir schaffen das!
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21 minutes ago, Headstall said:

#7 is how my days go. I tell myself to snap out of it all the time. All of these are powerful snapshots. #11 made me think of Mallory, my old American Bulldog, and her resting place. More and more, this is a time for old memories... it's become difficult to make new ones. :(  Great job, Adi. :hug: 

Thank you for reading and commenting, Gary. I'm glad you could relate. Feeling connected makes everything easier. :hug:

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