Miss Pelican's Perch

Looking at my World from a Different Place


6 Comments

Day 115: The Zen of Airing My Laundry

Today is supposed to be a major holiday where I live. But there is no excitement for me today. It is going to be just like any other Saturday. I will work in my garden, do my laundry and get rid of some recyclables.  I may even vacuum.  It will be more of a day of quiet circumspection than a day for watching fireworks and eating barbecue.

Last week my dryer broke down.  Right now I am not inclined to get it fixed. There are several reasons for this, but basically I just don’t want to deal with it. It just seems so irrelevant in the middle of all the global chaos. Instead, I bought a clothesline and some old-fashioned wooden clothespins and this morning I hung my wet laundry out to dry in a discreet place in my yard.

I noticed right away that this is a slow process. It is not just throwing the clothes in a metal box and pressing a button. I had to take my time and hang things properly.  It was pleasant standing out in the warm summer sun. I was transported me back to my childhood before we had a dryer in the house and watched my mother tend to this task.   (I am sure my mother would not have seen this chore in the same way as I do now which is why I suspect we eventually got a dryer. And ask me my feelings about this again in January when I can’t hang my clothes out because of the freezing rain.).

But today in my yard near my sunflowers and ripening tomatoes, in the midst of a global pandemic, financial crisis, and social unrest, I am reflecting on the state of the world and finding a few minutes of serenity.  Or at least I will try.

Ljgloyd 2020

 

.https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/04/excitement/

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/07/04/your-daily-word-prompt-discretion-ydwordprompt-July-4-2020/

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/04/excitement/

 


2 Comments

Day 100 of the New Normal

I don’t have much to say today, but I felt compelled to mark that today is the 100th day that I have been cloistered away from my workplace. I can’t really call it a quarantine anymore because I am out and about and doing things. (I went to a socially- distanced Black Lives Matter gathering yesterday). I guess I’ll just call it Day 100 of the New Normal. One hundred days ago I would never have thought that our world would be where it is right now.

SMH

ljgloyd 2020

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/06/20/rdp-saturday-cloistered/

 


Leave a comment

Day 84: Making My Own Sacred Music

Music is a big part of my worship experience, and since we cannot go to a physical church these days to do that– and when we return, there still will be no singing so to keep the Virus from spreading– I have been trying to make my own music.   I fell in love with the steel tongue drum when a drummer-buddy of mine let me play his.   I finally got one and now I can sink into live music once more.  Here is a little demo:

 

 

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/06/04/worship/


Leave a comment

Day 82, Day 8: Signs of the Time

It is Day 82 of my quarantine, and Day 8 since the murder of George Floyd.  I feel like I’m living inside a dystopian novel. First I am confined at home because of the virus and now because of the curfew.  You can’t make this stuff up.

It is my custom to go for a walk around my neighborhood every evening, but because of the curfew, I went for a walk at noon time instead. Here is what I found just a four minute walk from my home.  Yes, violence and destruction of property is not something we want, but don’t let us get our focus off of what this is really about:

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/06/02/rdp-tuesday-curfew/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/06/02/your-daily-word-prompt-justice-ydwordprompt-june-2-2020/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/06/02/respect/

Ljg 2020


1 Comment

Day 76: No More Roses Bloom

During my childhood, my mom grew roses.  They were everywhere.  She was particularly proud of her Silver Jubilee lavender-colored roses.

Fast-forward to adulthood:  When I moved into my home, there was one sickly rose bush in the yard next to the garage door.  It was covered in white paint from when careless painters sprayed they garage.   I’ve tried to nurse it back to health, but I don’t think I will be successful.

In the meantime, I planted poppies, nasturtiums, lavender and rosemary in early spring.   They all took hold, but the poppies have a short life span and have played out.   I replaced them with sunflowers — both mammoth and miniature– as well as more lavender, borage, lantana, yarrow, delphinia, lots and lots of sweet allysum and more nasturtiums in different colors.   My yard is an experiment this year to see what will thrive and what won’t.

Maybe someday I will plant roses again.

ljgloyd 2020

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/rose/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/rdp-tuesday-bloom/

 


7 Comments

Day 71, I think: Singing the Blues in a Short Short Ghost Story

I actually wrote this bit of flash fiction last week, but it seems to fit today’s RagTag prompt.  Here is a short-short story (544 words) about a sad little girl ghost.   Also, I did want to show that I actually do write fiction from time-to-time.  🙂


The Girl with the Light Brown Hair

I shoved the front door shut with my foot and lugged my shopping bags into the kitchen.  Another day in lock down.  Is it day 62 or 63?  They are all starting to blur together.   As I started to unload my bags, I heard the sound of my television in the bedroom.  I knew I had turned it off before I left for the store, so this could only mean one thing.   I sighed, finished putting a quart of milk in the refrigerator and headed towards my bedroom. 

As I approached the door, I slowed and carefully peeked in.   She was there. 

A little girl, about five or six, I reckoned, sat on the edge of my bed.  She had light brown hair and was dressed in a summery blue tee-shirt and flower print shorts. Her pale legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and she was engaged with rapt attention to Dora and her friends on the screen.  

Not everyone has ghosts, but this house does, so I was not surprised at all.  

Not wanting to scare her, I softly said.  “Well hey there.”

She jumped nevertheless and started to slide off the bed. 

“No, no.  You can stay. It’s okay.”  I stepped into the room.

She relaxed and settled back down.  Her large, doleful brown eyes looked up at me.  I felt something crack in my chest. 

“I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you?”

She did not reply.  She rarely spoke and has never told me her name.   I glanced at the tv.   “Do you like that show?”

“Yeah. It’s funny.”  

“Can I sit and watch with you?”

She did not reply but moved over to make room for me.   

“I’ve missed you,” I said as I sat down.  She continued to watch the screen.

“Where have you been for so long?” I asked. 

“I’ve been here. You just don’t notice me.”

“Well, yeah, about that… I’m sorry.  I just got really busy… That was wrong of me.”

That television snapped off on its own

“What’s wrong?”

“I miss you too. It’s scary being here all by myself.”

“I should be here for you.  I’m so sorry.   I know it’s really scary. And I know that you are really lonely.”

“They go away and leave me alone too.  And when they come back they yell at me.   I’m sorry– I don’t mean to make them mad.”

I was stunned.  She had never spoken this much before. 

“I don’t think they love me.”  She sniffed.

“Of course they do.”  

I did not know who “they” were but I could guess.  “They just didn’t know how to talk to you right.”

She lowered her head.    

“They should not have yelled at you.  And I should be here to tell them to stop.  In fact, I’m gonna tell you this:  They don’t get to yell at you anymore.  If you see them coming, you come and get me.”  

“And you’ll come?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Her little ghostly body leaned in to mine and I could see a faint smile on her face. 

I wrapped my arm around her.  I guess I’m a parent now, I thought, and my own eyes filled with tears.

LJGloyd (c) 2020

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-the-blues/

 

 

 

 


Leave a comment

Day 65: Empathy with Wild Geese

Another daily practice I have commenced during this time to keep me grounded is to, among other things, read a poem a day. This morning I randomly selected Mary Oliver reading her well-known poem Wild Geese.  It made me tear up. I empathized with everyone in this world to whom this poem resonates.

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/15/rdp-friday-empathy/