My sister called tonight. It’s always good to hear her voice.

I stay at home now with no desire to watch the others social distance one another.

I’ve been home so long I have run out of things to watch on Netflix. Currently watching ‘The Death of Stalin.’

I ventured onto the sidewalk yesterday to pick up my laundry!

A man burst out of the apartment building across the street from where I live and in a panic voice asked: “What day is it today?”

“Monday. ” I answered warmly.

“Fuck.” He replied, storming off from where he came.

I get it neighbor.

There is a difference between being bored and being horny, no? It’s not human contact that I miss, it’s intimacy that is such a distant memory.

She sounds happy. She’s with her mother who also sounds good.

I am writing here in the shadows contented… raising up the dead from my faulty memory.

She’s the one with all the hopes and dreams. I can hear it in her voice. I am nothing more than a grateful listener.

This quiet Sunday with barren streets… Was preceded by Saturday unrest which included Jason and Irene screaming in unison from both the north and south sides of Queen Street at Jamieson for hours.

Here in my backyard I can hear none of that. In the distance there are children playing…

Perhaps the calm before the storm?

The trick is, if you’re upset, to STOP: and ask yourself if you are HUNGRY, ANGRY, LONELY or TIRED.

The wisest will tell you that we so seldom speak of being LONELY that the symbol should be referred to as H.A.T.

The simplicity and beauty of a freshly opened orchid.

Photograph by David Carlson

Orchid by God

The sun rose again today spreading light on and through the gloom.

Again I slept with the night and woke with the day and am again grateful for the peace and quiet that is this… here and now.

Again I remember the words of my uncle John Kenneth(JK) “If you don’t have your health you don’t have anything”

Nights are becoming days and vice versa. Today I almost slept till noon and I’m a get up at sunrise sort.

I don’t know why I’m bothered by this. Acceptance is the key except when you want to sleep and can’t.

Dennis Mantin

The present is on hold.

The future is more uncertain than ever.

I am lost in the past. Winding down those roads and rivers of yesteryears. Tis safe there now even though it wasn’t safe then… Ah the perspective of survival!