A bit of nonesense . . .

Captain's Log, stardate 25/03/2020. Day fourteen from the Captain's Deck of the Starship Rayner. Our Mission is to stay positive and remain indoors, to explore new world's from the confines of the starship, and to do so without wanting to crown Number One, no matter how many cheesy movies eminate from his data base.  We are in this for the long haul and keeping up our spirits must be maintained. 

Yesterday I  changed our beds and rendezvoused with the clothesline in the back garden. The sun was shining and it seemed like the perfect fit.  Make hay while the sun shines.  The sheets and bedding came back into the starship later in the day smelling of sunshine and outdoors. Number one took advantage of the sunshine by mowing another third of the back garden.  It is so long and large that the mowing must be done in steps. The two chipmunks (dogs) next door kept up a chorus to accompany him all the way through the chore. You can't make this stuff up.

 

Any time entry has become meaningless. The days are beginning to run together. Our warp seems to be repeating itself. I noted to Number One yesterday that we need to develop a schedule for each day that can be loosely followed so that we know when it is Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday  . . . we have no idea as of yet how this will work, but it is important that those aboard the ship avoid random thoughts lest they change the reality of what we are trying to do here.  A suggestion was made . . . perhaps we should keep to the Queen's schedule. 

 

On Monday she does all her washing,

On Tuesday she's ironing all day,

Wednesdays she's mopping,

Thursdays she's shopping,

On Friday she goes for her pay. 

Thats all I can remember of that song and Number one is still in bed. It ends with her getting something in for our tea. In any case a schedule is warranted so that we can stay grounded in reality.  

 

Why are big bottoms only cute on hippos?

The air around our starship has become strangely quiet, with no cars chugging about, or motorbikes, or the sound of children playing. No jet streams punctuate the sky. Plenty of gulls screeching, and birds singing. Yesterday a dog across the back barked most of the day. We tried a few telephone numbers we were given to see if we could get in some fresh supplies, but to no avail. We wanted some fresh vegetables and fruits as our Head Cheese has told us to eat plenty of fresh veg and fruit to stay healthy.  Methinks this sounds right on paper, but somehow doesn't translate to reality. Nevermind we have plenty of baked beans. Note to self:  When we finally are able to leave this galaxy, must bring in more variety when it comes to frozen or tinned fruits and vegetables.  There are some things you just can't find on Amazon.  

 

None of what is happening was even mentioned in the Almanac, and I have checked it twice. It mentions the start of the meteorlogical Spring, Saint Patricks Day, the Lenten Moon and quite a few other odds and sodds but nothing about a Pandemic.  There was supposed to be a super moon on the ninth and darned if I didn't miss it.  I will be fired from my job if this keeps up.  Demoted to Number One and a new Captain will take over.

 

This has been a great opportunity to reflect on the things in life that are truly important. Faith, family, health, exercise, fresh air, enough to eat, a roof over your head and a good pair of shoes. There is no place like home. Home is where truly where you hang your heart. Its the simple things in life which bring us the most joy. This too shall pass. You have to take your blessings where you find them.   We are most grateful for the sunshine, and the fact that we are still here, and that we have each other. 

A thought to carry with you  . . .

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 *And spring arose on the garden fair,

Like the spirit of love felt everywhere.

And each flower and herb on Earths dark breast,

rose from the dreams of its Wintery rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley  •。★★ 。* 。

  

 

In The English Kitchen today . . .  Herb and Garlic Cod and Chips.  When you can't get out to the chippy. 

Have a great Wednesday.  Stay safe, stay happy and stay home.   Don't forget.

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And I do too!