It’s been a strange three months. I know—understatement of the decade, right? Are you tired of hearing the word ‘unprecedented’? Me too, but we’ve run out of vocabulary for this one. But hey, it’s June. The sun is shining and the backyard beckons. Perhaps it’s time for a little silliness. So in the spirit of the strangeness of the season, join me in a little song. I’m not kidding…you have to sing along.
On the first week of quarantine
My mind went in a spin
Go home, you have to stay in.
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By the second week of quarantine the country was shut down
Too much time on line
And we all now have learned to stay in
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On the third week of quarantine
We're learning something new
Three loves of bread
Too much time on line
And the rolls in the bathroom are few.
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At the fourth week of quarantine
I gave up dressing up
Working in sweats
Three days a week
Office --the lawn
And the hand sanitizer is gone
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By the fifth week of quarantine I simply had to stare,
"What’s with my hair???"
Sports are no more
Can’t buy yeast
Streaming's a bore
Oh how long can this possibly go?
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Weeks six to nine were something of a blur so let's fast forward to…
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By the tenth week of quarantine
We knew the rules by heart
Ten to a gathering
Nine on-line meetings
Eight Covid updates
Seven days all ditto
Six feet of distance
Five Olympic rings…(gone)
Four walks a day
Three Zoom bombs
Too many dreams,
Go to church now in slippers on screens.
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By the eleventh week of quarantine our homes felt less like lairs,
Eleven weeks..still healthy
Access to face masks
Thankful for family
Yay, social bubble
We have new heroes
Food on the table
Still have bad hair!
Forty texts to friends
Realized again
We’re not at the end
So it’s air hugs this columnist sends.
