Secret Garden
I was up before light this morning. I have all my flower babies on the back porch in full sun and decided to move them to the covered front porch. I think the light reflecting from the slider is baking them so...Ive decided the front porch would be where my flower babies reside and I will make the back porch into a cactus garden. The first cactus i will get will be a Desert Rose. I noticed a hummingbird yesterday so Ill run out and get a hummingbird feeder too.
I might even get a water feature of some sort but until this Corona virus passes ill hold onto my lettuce...Bartender could you please pass me another one.
Yesterday at work we found out we all could have been exposed to this virus.
A superintendant allowed a sick worker to continue to work for days and he went home with a fever yesterday. By then they had already sent the other workers to other jobs exposing others. They had to shut the job site down completely. That one person could shut our business down and we would all be without pay. Wont know anything until today or tommorow but I fear its gettng close.
I am no stranger to isolation and sometimes prefer it. I dont mind being alone. I just never wanted to use my vacation for this virus. I was waiting hoping to go to the Arizona desert.
To all....wishing you another healthy and happy day.
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Isolation is my most heavily conditioned nurture factor. What happens in the kiddie whorehouses stays in the kiddie whorehouses.
The government mandated isolation is taking me to unexplored frontiers in my psyche. This really could be The Big One in my own strictly personals. Today I feel like a fool for having trusted those yappy quacks that my isolating instincts are a bad thing. Humanity looked confusing enough the week before last. This week finds me floating in a macabre Twilight Zone episode.
Prayers in progress. . . Healing hopes for all. No exceptions.
The good news is that I've thrown my campaign for A New N-word over the railings of our little ship of fools. The normatives of a child sex trafficking survivor are now required by law. As Alice said so often in her journey through Wonderland, "Curiouser and curiouser."
Isolating has been my "Go to" coping method. Each time I go to flight I feel the need to isolate and cut off more. This latest self inflicted trainwreck has brought me to checking my phone once daily-before you know it I will go to weekly. Ive already shut down emotionally at work. Don't talk unless spoken to. Isolation was drilled into me as a kid. I was told "Go into the corner and cry". "Come out when your happy". I can remember Id hide under the bed. It was my safe place and sometimes I wish I could fit under there again...yes-Id agree on feeeling like the Twilight Zone-Ill get nervous when the birds stop chirping.
I'm starting to wonder if the theme of the "Corona Crowning" Twilight Zone episodes is where the looney bin superstars become a more valued resource than great cleavage.
Maybe? ? ? Maybe not. . .
At least I am grateful to already have isolation coping tools in my strictly personal psychobox.
Thankfully that sick worker did not show symptoms of the virus so we are all in the clear for now. I am so sick of this whole Corona virus thing and believe the media has caused a lot of paranoia over it. For now-I am sticking to my Netflix. No news, limited cellphone use-I am not religious but this morning I was even contemplating becoming a nun (although I'd have to convert). I was looking online for wooded compounds to join. Anything to get me out of this chaotic madness....I believe I am going mad myself.