Is it Saturday today? weekdays in lockdown
You might be losing awareness of weekdays in lockdown, as the days blur into each other. What to do? It’s Saturday here in New Zealand (I think). But how is that different from Friday…
Bring on the limericks. What rhymes with “lockdown” or “isolation”, I wonder.
P.S. The rowboats represent the days of the week, Monday Tuesday etc. I doubt you can see their names 🙁
20 thoughts on “Is it Saturday today? weekdays in lockdown”
Our country was forced into lockdown
The Opposition at first were to frown
But soon isolation became fascinating
Not catching the Covid was their consolation
(doesn’t scan perfectly but I gave it a go)
A for effort and you have spread joy Maggie x
Limericks are historically lewd… right?
There was a young lover in Stocktown
Who was recently ordered to lock down
His beloved playstation
Saved him in isolation
But resulted in keeping his c**k down
I’m Canadian – I really feel the need to apologize… but it met the brief?
Totally met the brief with two discreet asterisks. Top marks!
Oh that made me chuckle… very good!
Love your drawing. Very artistic
So far I’m enjoying lockdown since I still work full time remotely from my sunny garden office at home. No meetings with others except Zoom and phone, email.I am missing social time with friends.
Work and life is less hectic and so reading what is on line.
I’ve started walking twice a day as feeling better lately from leg injury .
So all good…….. ironically it feels like a nurturing and healing time for us lucky ones and for our Mother Earth.
I’m glad to hear that. Let’s love what we have, which changes in this situation. I’m interested in how people’s frame of mind changes as time passes, and we’re deprived of flesh-and-blood company for longer.
I’m not a poet, but what came to mind
To keep from going insane
Is how about a hoedown
with plenty of libation?
Yay, I obey. Dancing on coffee in sunshine here.
There was a young lady in lockdown
Who struggled to pull her own socks down
With a bend and a stretch
She started to retch
and threw up all over her
dressing gown 😂
Adorable. The poem, not the mess. And eerily prophetic
Oh Rachel, I’m losing track of the days too. But does it really matter?
Isolation/sheer frustration/meditation/relaxation; lockdown/upsidedown/dumbing down/dressing gown. I know you could make a wonderful poem of that.
I think you just did: a minimalist poem, maybe
You are too kind 🙂 Totally unintended
I can see the days on the sides of the boats. As for my days they are away now in totes. Locked down. Locked in. But to dream is no sin!
My word that’s an interesting thought
I know which day it is from which pilbox I’ve reached in my weekly supply box (unless, of course, I’ve forgotten to take one.)
That’s a useful side effect of taking medication 🙂