The Days That Used To Be

Like a spaniel laying on her belly.

This is one of those posts in which the photograph has nothing to do with the text. That happens sometimes.

A friend of mine who is much smarter than me reminded me of the day. I’d almost forgotten. I went to last year’s daybook and found that she was right.

One year ago today is the day that changed our lives.

March 7, 2020 was the first day of lockdowns in most places around the country. In New Orleans, the lockdown was extreme because we were blamed for hosting a super spreader called Mardi Gras.

That’s unfair.

We didn’t know then what we didn’t know then. The former president claims that he knew, but he wouldn’t tell us. Of course, he told us to drink bleach much to the horror of the Clorox company.

Everything in most people’s wolds has changed, maybe forever. There is a litany of bad things that I could write about, but I won’t. You already know most of them.

Instead, let me talk about a few of the good things. This is personal. Hopefully, you have other good things.

For the first time, I took an interest in podcasts. For me, they are like listening to single subject NPR radio broadcasts.

New music was made, recorded and distributed.

Many new pictures were made, and some shared, despite my claim of being in a massive block. And, the pictures got better.

I started organizing my early archives. This may never be completed, but at least I started it. And, Amazon Photos found a lot of “lost” images.

And, the biggest one. Two steroid injections and two epidurals later I am mostly pain free for the first time in many years. I cannot tell you how happy that makes me.

That’s the highlights. I didn’t make much money, but a lot of stuff got done.

How about you?

Stay safe. Stay mighty. You are experts in the rest, no matter what the Texas and Mississippi governors say. Enjoy all your thoughts about March 7, 2020.

There is not much to tell you about this picture.

I saw it. I photographed it. I came back to the studio. I developed it. I darkened it which brought out a little more color. And, I softened it.

By softening it, I made the big white cloud look like a cocker spaniel laying on her belly.

I have no idea what caused the white of the border to turn gray.

I have a bone to pick with WordPress about their block system.

I don’t know about you, but my writing is never clean. It needs a lot of copy editing.

Ever try to really do that?Removing and changing type is a nightmare.

If you click on the wrong place a box appears around your text. Click on the wrong place again and your text is gone. Poof. Removed.

You can retrieve most of it by going back to the lists of posts, but you have to redo everything in the far right “post” column.

Drop caps. Forget it. The minute you insert one, it takes over the paragraph. Copy edit within the paragraph and the text jumps all over the place.

There’s more. I’ll save it.

Happy Sunday.



2 responses to “The Days That Used To Be”

  1. Debra Avatar

    The first week of March 2020 my daughter received her Cancer diagnosis and then about two days later Los Angeles locked down. I was sent spinning for months, but here we are a year later, recalibrating, and I’m able to see many new priorities, new perspectives, and changes that are at times almost thrilling. I feel deeply changed, and in some ways, quite grateful. Among other things, grateful that we have been spared when so many have not made it through. Introspection and review is what I hope to stoke going forward. We need to synthesize what we’ve all been through.

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    1. Ray Laskowitz Avatar

      First, how is your daughter? Family first, I always say. I’m struggling with what I’ve changed into. If you read tomorrows Story teller, you have some idea of it. I have no idea what or how to be. Since i truly believe that change is essential, I’m excited because I know it’s coming.


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