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Pandemic Playlist

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Norm Frampton of the popular blog Norm 2.0 recently tweeted:

If 2020 had a soundtrack I’m pretty sure it would be some ominous sounding Gregorian Chants.

I think he’s on to something.

I’ve put together a playlist inspired by the Covid-19 pandemic. In Norm’s honor, let’s start out with some ominous Gregorian chant.

The next selection poses the question we’ve all been asking for the last seven months.

What’s Going On?

One of the dreaded symptoms: Fever

Covid-19 prevention strategies:

Self-quarantine

Wash your hands

Mask up

Social distancing

Finish outstanding projects. It’s said that Mozart worked on his famous Requiem on his deathbed. From the movie Amadeus, Mozart dictating a movement of his Requiem to Salieri:

Remember that Covid-19 can be fatal. Danse Macabre (Dance of Death):

In memory of our loved ones who have passed away during the pandemic. Samuel Barber: Adagio for Strings

Now it’s your turn. What songs would you include in your own personal pandemic playlist? Share in the comments below.

Creative Juice #209

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Creative Juice #209

Some interesting stuff; some funny stuff; some deep stuff.

  • This one’s a little hard to look at. A sculptor made prosthetic masks for soldiers disfigured in World War I.
  • Can you stand any more Covid-19 jokes?
  • Many variations on the tangle Printemps.
  • How to machine-quilt a border with an S-curve ruler.
  • A prayer from 1968 that is so timely today.
  • Do you have books you read and reread multiple times? Me, too.
  • What if they had texting in Medieval times?
  • The truth about Meissen porcelain.
  • A professional watercolorist’s life.
  • Spiritual director Marsha Crockett’s journal provides guided meditations and contemplative helps. You can also follow her on Instagram.
  • One of my favorite artists painted a lovely portrait of Ruth Bader Ginsberg and paired it with a poetic tribute.
  • I’ve read some of these books (and they were great) and seen rave reviews of others. Anyway, if you don’t know what to read next, maybe pick something off this list.

Creative Juice #208

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Creative Juice #208

The sublime and the ridiculous, all worthy of your consideration:

Creative Juice #204

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Creative Juice #204

 

Interesting stuff this week:

Creative Juice #201

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Creative Juice #201

 

Lots of artistic stuff.

Creative Juice #197

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Creative Juice #197

ABC: Art. Beauty. Creativity.

Creative Juice #190

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Creative Juice #190

Lots of fun, and one solemn thing:

Creative Juice #189

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Creative Juice #189

Good ideas, along with silly stuff and nerdy stuff.

Lemon Surprise

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lemon tree

A few years ago we had our yard landscaped, and we acquired three citrus trees: an orange, a grapefruit, and a lemon. This year we had a bumper lemon crop. I still have lemons on the tree that need to be picked. We love to squeeze fresh lemon juice into our drinking water—so refreshing!

Last week I picked a doubled-brown-paper grocery bagful of lemons. These are Meyer lemons, and they grow to the size of little Nerf footballs, with knobby little protuberances on them. My friends have told me to freeze fresh lemon juice in ice cube trays, then store the cubes in baggies in the freezer and use them as you need them. Sounds like a good idea!

I bought a bunch of plastic ice cube trays at the dollar store, got out my 40-year-old electric juicer, and squoze away. I’d been grabbing the lemons one at a time out of the bag.

When I was down to my last tray, I peeked into the bag to see how many lemons were still in there.

The good news: only three left.

The bad news: there was also a scorpion wiggling around in the bag.

scorpion

No, this is not my scorpion, but he looked alot like this. Photo by janeb13 on Pixabay.

We live in Arizona. We are no strangers to scorpions. We go for months without seeing any, and then one will tour the bathroom. We have flyswatters hanging on nails throughout the house; they are my weapon of choice against scorpions.

I took the bag outside and dumped it out on the patio. The scorpion, a common tan bark scorpion, and a big one at that, about four inches, lifted his enormous claws, stuck his powerful tail up in the air, and marched right toward me. I could have just stepped on him, but he was huge—what if I missed? He looked like he could hold a grudge.

Not seeing anything good to whack him with, I ran into the house to get my flyswatter. When I came out, he was nowhere to be found.

The next morning, I let Ralph outside, and I noticed all the water had evaporated from his bowl on the patio. So I picked it up to refill it. . .

. . . and there, underneath, was the scorpion. He took one look at me, said, “What?! You again?!” and brandished his claws and stinger at me.

I ran inside for my flyswatter, and when I returned—he was gone again.

It’s been almost a week since then and I haven’t seen him.

But that doesn’t mean he’s gone.

Creative Juice #188

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Creative Juice #188

Three poems this week, some funny stuff, and some useful information, as well as beauty.