Forever Friday

Sweetest spot of the week,
Akin to reaching Mt. Everest’s peak,
The day to kickstart the wind down,
Easing the daily grind and work frown,
Anticipating two days of leisure,
Respite from deadlines and pressure,
Whichever day of the week that day may be,
Friday is what I dub thee.
That day has come to mean
The beginning of the beguine*.

Source: dictionary.com

Boléro (Ravel) – André Rieu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwLABSm0yYc

Spread the Thanks

Plates, silverware, and glassware shining bright,
Table all set, but no one to invite
To prevent a Covid-19 super spreader event,
Though feeling much discontent.

No great expectations this year;
Just a simple meal and tall glass of beer.
Side benefits to self-imposed quarantining —
Not doing massive cooking and cleaning.

Though most grateful to have technology
To spread my wishes and apology:
Sorry to say from miles away,
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!

Covid-19 Norm: Social Dining at a Distance

Mario and Claire pick up their Sunday Special lunch order at Shay Grill’s curbside. They drive to a neighboring office park, where they easily spot their friends already set up in folding chairs next to their SUV in the wide expanse of the empty parking lot. Roger and Ann wave to them.

Mario parks about twelve parking spaces down from where Roger and Ann are situated. He and Claire position their folding chairs to face their friends. Claire snaps her finger just before she sits down, remembering to grab the bullhorn from the trunk of the car.

“We’re so glad to see you both. How are you guys doing?” Claire calls out through the bullhorn.

Ann picks up their bullhorn and responds, “We’ve been looking forward to finally having lunch with you and Mario.”

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