Molly Goatwax

Spring

Yesterday on the last day of winter, I hung my wool coat in the front closet. I filed my 2020 census form. And that’s about it it. I tried to find a tax accountant, briefly, then gave up. I should have been looking months ago. Normally everyone would be happy to welcome the gentle season but not this year. I can see the flowering trees from my balcony. From here I can see the world pass by as I sit in isolation.

Pandemic

At first I thought that the media had whipped everyone into a frenzy about Corona virus. But the threat is real, apparently. At the same time I thought the pneumonia vaccine (13 kinds) would surely protect me. Apparently, I am to go into isolation as well. Now THAT gives me anxiety. All the spiderwebs of my nerves are awake. I’m launching into a mild hypochondria.
Stand back!

Poetry from the Pathos

Providence is providing me
With provender, providing 
I prove my prudence
and propriety,
a post beyond
My propensities.
But I risk
Penury and privation
On the pavement.
In perdition.
So I will practice politesse,
Be professional and polite,
Perform like a penguin 
And produce the product;
Pies of potted pork, potatoes and peppered parsnips,
I promise!
 

Tides of fortune

Today, in the final installment of gimmie my money on the Goatwax estate, almost 600 dollars appeared in my account. Now the pay out. Probably another 200 co-pay for an upcoming brain scan. This would be on top of another 600 or so since the new year. There’s a pesky bill from a hospital I ought to pay, too. I guess it all evens out. It evened a pair of shoes right out of the picture.