I don't need to caption this, do I?
Corvid Squirrel, not a relative of that original bat.
OK, as if you didn't know, Florida is on lockdown. Everything closed but Publix and gas stations, and thankfully doggy day care which someone decided is ESSENTIAL. So, my travel circle and schedule is now 9AM Ollie plays with his BFF Pit Bull next door. 10AM Sandy throws Ollie in the pool to clean him of the mud and gradeau he accumulates rolling in the bushes. 10:10 We try to catch Ollie to dry him off and isolate him in a spot that he can air dry himself- the lanai or the kitchen. 11AM Sandy or Sandy and Ollie go to the studio, 1 1/2 miles down the road where we shelter in place for as long as we can get away with, OR Ollie is dropped at daycare and Sandy gets a little actual work done. Then we go home to make dinner, do laundry, pick up all the stuff lying around because nobody else does, get mail and throw in recycling, take dinner out of oven and eat. Leave dishes for the dish fairies who are apparently also on lockdown wherever they might be.
We do a whole lot of walking, around and around the block- we have the WALK walks and the SNIFF walks and the HEEL walks. It's .7 miles around the block so three times around is 2 miles +/-. And we get 3 times around plus several free-style additions every day. WHY are my pants getting tighter? Because I am cooking and eating more now than I ever have, and of course all the wrong carby stuff to sooth my soul. I have resisted mac and cheese so far but certainly not other pastas. And every night TY goes looking for dessert: "Didn't you make any cookies today?" If not he goes to Walgreens for some Talenti gelato. Damn.
“Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.”-John O’donahue
I got all my quilts rolled up and secured and plasticized and protected ready to send to the Rocky Mountain QuiltMuseum show. I took 2 of the requests out and will send only nine but whine hell is going to escape Colorado's lockdown to go to a quilt show IF it even opens. Every day I check email to see if it's cancelled yet, but all I know is that the museum is NOT open now. And I don't think Colorado is receiving full force Covid-19 yet either.
Enough whining, sorry. I am experiencing something I never have before- I am bored and it's making me quite lazy and nothings getting accomplished, no drawers cleaned out, no closets blitzed. I sit and knit, notice a mistake 5 or 6 rows back and then Unknit to fix it, then Reknit back to where I stopped and admire how well I am doing. Two steps forward, three steps back, four steps forward, five steps back, etc. This is forming a negative quota most days. I have two more projects in carry bags if this one frustrates me too far.
Got a message from JetBlue today about travel so I checked flights back to Boston and believe it or not, it was $18 for a oneway flight for the next two weeks or so. EIGHTEEN dollars. Trouble is if I get there I will be quarantined for 14 days in the tiny condo where I don't know anybody. Aint gonna bite. Then, to get back to Palm Beach I would have to go through 14 more days of self-pity.
Oops, I said the last paragraph was the end of the whine. Sorry.
Lets talk Ahhhht:
Norwegian-Finnish artist duo Karoline Hjorth and Riitta Ikonen bring a folklore-inspired vision to the relationship between humans and nature. The majority of their subjects are elders who often have a deeper connection to the lands they inhabit, work on, or cultivate.
In 2011, the pair started an imaginative series called Eyes as Big as Plates as a contemporary exploration of characters from Nordic folklore. Their photographic odyssey across 15 countries and creation of more than 100 portraits evolved into a general exploration of modern humans’ relationships to nature. The title of the series not only comes from a folktale but also represents the curiosity that guides the way Hjorth and Ikonen interact with the world.
People! Healthy People! Stores, Stores with Stuff in them. Friends and friends in restaurants! And free access to EGGS and PAPER TOWELS and Yup, Toilet paper. Wake me when it's over. Love, SoWhatSandy 
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