Creativity Corner: Masks and Pillows

… or really just a pillow, but y’know.

With the whole COVID-19 thing going on, masks have become important. And regardless on whether homemade masks actually do anything (or not) … they’ve become the currency we pay if we want to venture out somewhere, so whatever.

Since I’m a bit crafty, I decided to make some (since purchasing was an issue in the early days). I was able to track down some Colorado Rockies fabric and made both B and I a mask. One of my old managers from the ‘Bux saw the photos on IG and asked if I could make Rockies masks for her soon-to-be stepdaughter and husband. Obviously I said yes … and since I had leftover fabric, I also made a pillow.

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Cool, huh? I made a different style for myself which I obviously forgot to photograph – otherwise, I would have put it here. I recently was finally able to track down some Vegas Golden Knights fabric, so I’ll make a few out of that for both B and one of his pilot buddies.

And maybe then I’ll remember to take some photos.

on current events

world on fire
maybe it always has been
maybe it always will be
maybe it’s human nature
maybe it’s conditioning –
social,
media,
governmental,
religious
maybe it’s just the institutions
maybe it should go back to the people
(but how do you prevent corruption?
people in any sort of power have always been
and will always somehow be
corruptible)
listen
i don’t have the answers
i’m doing what i can right now
researching
reading
listening
(asking questions only for answers i can otherwise not find)
educating myself
which, in the usual scheme of things,
makes me know that i am ever ignorant –
we all are –
and if we pretend otherwise,
that’s the stupidest
and maybe most dangerous
of all.
so.
what to do?
educate.
learn.
love.
be kind.
get angry if you must
(unavoidable at times, i know)
but above all,
please,
love, kindness,and
hope.
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on current events, 5.30.20

Date Night in the Time of COVID

As you might know by now, we like to do a monthly date night. We started it … two years ago, I think? … and have kept it going since.

Sometimes it’s simple – just dinner out. Sometimes it’s a bit more.

But what do you do when everything’s closed?

You figure out a way to do date night at home.

First of all, you dress up, because sweats aren’t gonna do it.

Secondly, you get take out from a place you’d maybe normally do dinner at if it were a normal date night.

In our case, we went to Rio, which we’ve done a few times for date night before. Mainly because we love their damn fajitas.

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Although they offered their (in)famous margs to go as well, we just made our own at home.

Next, you do a fun activity. In our case, it was building a couch fort in which to watch a movie in.

Or attempting, as the case may be. We successfully made one at our apartment back in the day, but this effort? FAIL.

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Tried to make it taller … that may have been our downfall. And maybe lighter blankets/sheets would have worked better. Who knows.

As a result, you want to have a solid plan B. The husband actually came up with a great one – make a super comfy spot on the floor in which to watch a movie on.

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Couch cushions under a ton of blankets to have a comfy spot to snuggle on.

Finally, we rented a movie on DirecTV in order to make it more “date-like” as opposing to just choosing something out of the DVD collection. In our case, it was something I’d seen before but B hadn’t – the LEGO Movie. I did not guess who much he’d love it, but he did.

And in full disclosure, we changed into comfy clothes for the movie part. There are perks to date night at home, and one is not having to stay in heels.

Hoping we can do something a bit more out and about for May, but if not, we know how to improvise.

#tucsonthingswemiss

Biking up Lemmon
And icy cold eegee’s
Looking for Gilas and green corn tamales
Browsing in Bookman’s; well that’s just sheer bliss
These are all the Tucson things that I miss

Eating cheese crisps at Casa Molina
Seeing roadrunners
Quail and javelina
Saguaro sunsets that no one can diss
These are all the Tucson things that I miss

Tours at Old Tucson and Mission del Bac
So much of the food; you know it all rocks
The Desert Museum and snakes that do hiss
These are all the Tucson things that I miss

In these hard times
Where life’s not “right”
And I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my Tucson delights
And then I don’t feel so bad
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#tucsonthingswemiss, 4.13.20

The VisitTucson Instagram page asked us to make a video of us talking about the Tucson things we miss, and, well, with many apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein, I came up with this. No I’m not sharing the video. If you want to see it, I’m sure you can figure out how.

musings on the zombie apocalypse

rapidly spreading
dangerous
keep yourself isolated
keep positive
proper distance
breathe
(try to remember to do that)
(even though it’s hard)
(oh so very very hard)
keep hope in the forefront
and fear in the rear view
and maybe
just maybe
we’ll get through this.
and oh –
if you thought i was speaking of the virus –
you would be wrong.
i meant the
news.
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musings on the zombie apocalypse, 3.22.20

february blues

the cold, chill, biting wind
snow falls,
day in, day out
sometimes a little
sometimes a lot
a break here and there
(much less than normal)
a sunny day spoiled
the very next with a deep descent into the
frigid
it wears on a person.
where is my sun?
waiting for the warmth
of a nice spring day
waiting for the moment,
feeling a breeze, when suddenly,
it’s gone
the bite disappears and you
know, you just
know
the long hard winter is
(at least mostly)
over
and sunshine and flowers and
new life can abound
once again.
until then …
brr.
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february blues, 2.25.20

mil frustration

you’re NOT a child i know this seriously YOU’RE A FUCKING SENIOR CITIZEN i don’t want to revert resort to a meme but sometimes ok boomer i don’t want to misdiagnose you and maybe it would be easier if you actually were bipolar but i’m not supposed to use the term if you’re not ACTUALLY but i don’t know how else to describe it you’re a teenager and if i think of it that way you’re marginally easier to deal with but i swear you’re also as frustrating as a teenager (not that i’d actually know since i don’t have them myself)(nor will i ever) but holy shit you’re also not useless i know you’re not useless you’ve been on this planet so much longer and i’m sure you’re fine on your own but put a man around you whether it be your husband or your son (and so much always your son which is my husband now he’s an adult he’s a fucking adult can you not see that he’s a goddamn FUCKING adult) and suddenly oh no i know nothing i need your help do this do that and it chafes my modern feminist heart (which isn’t my whole heart but it’s enough of a section maybe that’s me being a partial elder statesman millennial i don’t know but holy fuck either way goddamn it CHAFES) and i’m not strong enough to ignore it and to school my face and maybe if i were in regency england or when you yourself were a child then maybe but i’m NOT i’m NOT and i won’t be i know i can change but i will NOT change in this because it’s not ME that’s the problem everyone else in the family likes me but YOU and YOUR HUSBAND and it’s all because i took your son and took him away (far far away) and you resent me for it and you hate me for it and i know there is nothing i can do to make you happy (except to pop out a million grandbabies and to move next door and to completely change who i am and) so is it even worthwhile for me to make the effort and i swear it’s not so i’m not i’m not bothering fuck you i’m not going to be happy i’m not going to be fake i’m not going to do it i’m staying me i’m not playing a role i’m not that good of an actress i’m not i’m not i’m not i’m sorry husband i can’t do it i know it’s hard for you and i know you’re struggling but if she’s not going to make an effort if she’s going to change her personality and be useless (how much do i hate useless) i’m not i’m not i’m not i’m not i’m not i’m not i’m not
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mil frustration, 1.18.20

loneliness … or thanks, USCHO

usually fine
by myself
mostly alone
with a few friends seen sporadically
(definitely not often enough if I’m being honest)
until …
a blast from the past
a walk down memory lane
even if not all good
still a painful gut-check reminder
that you used to feel tighter in to a community
while you don’t want to return
(particularly to that one)
(oh please god no)
you admit that
(more than a small teeny tiny)
part of you misses it and that
upon further reflection
the replacement communities haven’t
(painfully hard to admit)
even
come
close.
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loneliness … or thanks, USCHO, 11.28.19

an explanation for the clouds

i saw them only once, early in the morning
the passage of the
plains ghosts
wisps stealing across the sky.
the sun was burning through the clouds
creating an eyeball,
watching,
guiding,
urging.
steadily they floated
methodically they made their journey
going south to north
venturing wherever it is they go
all the while
i kept driving
watching the solemn parade.
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an explanation for the clouds, 9.26.19

(Driving across NE Colorado on that trip to Wisconsin, I saw some strange clouds and they begged me to write their story.)

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The wisps.

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It gets lost in the photo, but it really did look like an eyeball to me.

untitled song

(verse 1)
a dream hits
when i see you
star struck

i can’t breathe
you noticed me
what luck

sharing glances
touching fingers
taking chances
bodies linger

take my hand
lead i’ll follow
hold on wait
this is hollow

(chorus)
so drink some water or some wine
please explain it to me in time

i worry and i wonder
i hurry then i shudder

i need to run
i need to hide –
i’ll fly away

(verse 2)
a tear falls
heart in my throat
no voice

your cruel eyes
a heavy weight
no choice

dirty licking
heavy crying
feeble kicking
slowly dying

no one comes
there’s no savior
just disgrace
but not failure

(chorus)
so drink some water or some wine
please explain it to me in time

i worry and i wonder
i hurry then i shudder

i need to run
i need to hide –
i’ll fly away

(bridge)
like a phoenix i will rise and soar
this will not define me at my core
shattered broken
words unspoken
know i’ll return and be strong once more

(chorus)
so drink some water or some wine
please explain it to me in time

i worry and i wonder
i hurry then i shudder

i need to run
i need to hide –
i’ll fly away

i’ll fly away
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untitled song, 8.26.19

(I had the first part of the chorus for some reason stuck in my head. I mean, I make up stupid little songs all the time, but this one demanded to be fleshed out.)