This early morning has Richmond in a cold snap. It is 40°F, about 4°C, an anomaly for Virginia in May. Hopefully the fruit trees in the Shenandoah Valley have set their buds and the apple and peach harvest, come Summer and Fall, won’t be diminishef.

Sometimes being up in the early morning, with a DVD collection can inspire my mind. I wander through the discs. I just watched some pornographic movies from 1930’s France. The movies, about ten minutes long, were shown in brothels to the customers whilst they waited. There were lots of lesbian scenes. Given that shooting movies involved using expensive film, the scenes were hurried. The performers got right to the point. Porn wasn’t the industry then it is now. The women looked like women, not sex robots.

Eventually boredom takes over. I’ve seen all I can stand to watch. They’re just too sad.

I load a disc of old cigarette commercials into the machine. I watched some mid-Fifties commercials for a Brown & Williamson menthol filter brand, Bel Air. The commercials all featured an annoying tune or jingle extolling the features of a Bel Air cigarette. Brown & Williamson hàd a factory in Petersburg, just South of Richmond. The factory closed and the local economy never recovered. This was about forty years ago.

Now I am watching Camel commercials. To think I must have seen thousands of these commercials growing up. Contrasting the cigarette commercials with the porn, the cigarette commercials seem more obscene than the porn.

I’m going back to bed. J will be home in about ninety minutes.

Turner Classic Movies seems to be showing lots of Elizabeth Taylor movies of late. Now some of these movies are good. Some are just awful, Cleopatra, for example, can hold down the space of awful well into this century.

But Elizabeth Taylor was gorgeous, sexy and bright. Her voice could melt steel, it’s sooooo hot. There must have been a clause in her contract that she had to wear a bullet bra beneath all her stunning designer fashions.

I’m turning to jelly here. She was a Movie Star 🌟. No question about it.

Flowery, Yes? I went upstairs to bed about 11:00 PM last night. I must have slept a little, but then awoke to move laundry to the dryer and other unimportant things. I could not go back to sleep or perhaps just didn’t want to, until now.

I hear the train horn of Amtrak #98, Northbound Silver Meteor. It has yet to pass through Ashland , but will shortly. Here it comes. I see its lights and the crossing gate goes down. It passes by the camera view. It is much smaller than its pre-virus configuraction. Cars have been eliminated.

J is home. I missed her. She found a broadcast of I Love Lucy. Going up to watch and fall asleep.

Around 2:30, I awoke after having slept about two and a half hours. I’ve been planning on going back to sleep, but WhatTheHell, I am not sleeping yet. I watched some Russian Orthodox Liturgies, reverent and beautiful as usual. The Russian Orthodox Church is undergoing a massive revival after eighty plus years of oppression by the Communists. Now almost thirty years after Communism’s fall, Russia is embracing her faith again.

After the liturgies, I just drifted through YT, stopping at a program when my interest is piqued. Right now, I’m watching my Ukrainian metal detecting comrades. They also explore the many abandoned farmhouses of Ukraine, vacant since the collective farm economy collapsed in the 1990’s.

I had my car battery replaced yesterday. The old one gave out since I had not driven the car in over a month. I acquired the old one at Sears several years ago. Now that Sears is being converted to apartments.

Funny how our sense of permanence is fractured, not only in Ukraine, but just down the road. At the same time Communism was collapsing in Eastern Europe, I was working at the shopping mall that was a thriving retail center in West End Richmond. The mall’s days were numbered as the internet, Amazon, and a newer fancier mall surpassed it. Change is part of the world, of culture. Life is impermanent.

J is home. She has been home almost two hours after working a seven hour shift. She is asleep. I should join her.

What a day. I carried the same ennui through it that I have so many other days.

How much longer?

The closures, lock downs, shelterings in place will last til the politicians say enough, as if they and their hand-picked Wizards of Epidemiology know anything. Pay no attention to the fact that this is an election year in a bitterly polarized country.

The power walks keep me on the path of sanity, filled as they are with my neighbours, and birds, and dogs. I welcome the sweat and the water at the end. It is a little thing over which I have control, as I walk the streets, with such little traffic.

J has her 10PM-5AM shift tonight. She left with the lunch I packed and her iced tea.

Now I am alone. Just at a different time.

I was laying about, not quite into the whole nap experience, when I decided a bit of a walk might be what I needed. So off I went.

The weather was beautiful, sunny, no humidity, a pleasant breeze and the temperature was around 70°F, (21°C).

I was wavering between walking four or six miles, but opted for six miles. The six mile course goes out from the townhouse community, on the road going past a creek, and a wooded area. Yesterday I saw a mallard pair, duck and drake, swimming in the creek. Today I saw an American goldfinch flying into the woods as I walked down the road. Pretty exciting, in my opinion. Walking a little further, I see a crow chasing a hawk. I guess the hawk was in the crow’s territory.

The bird appearances made for a nice walk. Afterwards, I chatted with our neighbor, sharing walking routes. She asked about my family, my brothers and sister. I guess I should have asked about hers. She is a nice woman, about my younger son’s age.

The big takeaway from this pandemic is how we are all getting to know each other in the community. Now it shouldn’t take a crisis like this to prompt what we should have been doing in the first place. But better late than never.

I decided another day of respite from power walking was indicated today. So I skipped another day.

The anxiety present in the last post, Tired. Worried., are absent this evening. My friend, John A, a scholar of Twentieth Century Cultural History, reminded me that the 1920’s followed the devastating pandemic that was the Spanish Influenza of 1918-19.

The Roaring Twenties featured a business boom, a cultural flowering, and frenzied technological innovation wherein all three trends worked synergistically. There are some worrisome trends, but this country wants to grow.

Now, I have my feet propped up, watching YouTube videos of Renaissance culture and the Russian Orthodox Church. Prior to this I worked rather intensely on meal prep, chicken salad, tuna salad, mango slicing, iced tea making. I was on my feet for a couple of hours and it was tiring.. I am going to drink my decaf coffee and chill.