Tracking Amazon Delivery

Did you know you can track the delivery of your Amazon packages and know almost to the minute when they will arrive? You can view a map and watch the progress of the delivery van on its way.

With stay-at-home directives in place, I find I look forward to Amazon deliveries. I appreciate the dedication of the Amazon drivers. As I was tracking a package today, I decided to have a little naughty fun. A couple of minutes before the delivery would arrive, I put on a teeny-tiny string bikini and waited in the driveway. Right on time the van pulled up and the driver hopped out. He grinned as he handed me a box and said, "This job is getting better and better."

He drove off happy, I think. And, you know, so was I.

Shopping Essentials

I had to run some shopping errands today for myself and a neighbor. Infection control suggests it is best to cover-up -- long sleeves, pants, and such, in addition to wearing a mask on your face. As I was dressing, my exhibitionist side screamed inside me, wanting to tease, needing to show something. So, out came a pair of my ultra low-rise jeans. In the four stores I visited -- which were not crowded at all -- only three people showed any sign of noticing. I still had fun displaying a little tush cleavage though.

Only about half of the people I saw wore face masks. I wanted to see more. Lucky me, I found two N95 masks in my cleaning closet that I had bought for gardening and and garage chores a couple of years ago.

Recycle Monday

I was feeling frisky this morning, so slipped on sheer little top to roll the recycle bin to the curb. It was fairly early, so the sun was just coming up. I didn't see anyone immediately, but I heard something in desert off to the side of my casita. Quietly, I moved slowly toward the sound. I couldn't believe what I saw -- a four point white tail buck with a doe. They both froze, looking straight at me the way deer do when they are not sure of what they see. I didn't move, or even breathe for a few moments. The deer spooked, as did I, when I heard a camera click behind me. Two neighbors had silently walked over to the see the deer too and one was clicking pictures on his phone as fast as he could. The deer ran off, leaving me standing there, all but naked in my flimsy top. I could feel myself blushing brightly and my pulse pounding. Moreover, I realized that my neighbor had been shooting pictures of more than the deer! I dropped my hands to cover my girl bits as best I could, said something like "goodness, I better get back inside," and dashed back into my casita. I hope my neighbor enjoys the wild life photos!

"Who can put, who can't take"

I have a dear friend, a lovely Italian woman who lives in Milan, Italy. We've been talking about her life under the pandemic lock down. This morning she shared this with me.

"A lot of people lose their jobs and can't even eat anymore. At a certain point, from a building in Via Santa Chiara in Naples (southern Italy is much less economically strong than the north) a "panaro" is dropped.  Yes, that woven basket that once served to trade, especially in the alleys.  Its name comes from the Latin panarum and indicates a basket in which to put the bread. It is from this word that the Italian noun "paniere" was born. We are talking about an atavistic Neapolitan tradition, which in the years of disposable, shopping centers and e-commerce has almost completely disappeared. Two guys dropped a panaro out the window with a paper with these words “chi può metta, chi non può prenda” (Who can put, who can’t take), reviving a famous phrase by Giuseppe Moscati, the holy doctor who had dedicated an entire existence to the poor of the Neapolitan historical centre: this phrase was written on Moscati's hat, left at the entrance of his house, where he often studied for the poor without charging them."

Thankfully, my friend and her parents are safe and well. They live apart for safety and only go out for groceries. Two things my friend says she really misses -- going to her hair stylist and going for scooter rides in the countryside.

I was supposed to go to Italy in May/June. Of course, the airline doesn't want to refund my ticket to Milan. My friend wrote this a couple of days ago when I told her.

"Stay aware from here please, the situation is serious and all this won't be over in two, three months... for sure."

Bikini Brunch

The "girls" of the neighborhood organized an impromptu "bring your own brunch" at our complex pool today -- keeping our social distance, of course. It was a bright and sunny 83° morning, so a few of us wore swim suits. Since there were only six girls -- all close friends -- it was easy to circle some chairs to chat and eat. As you might imagine, I was feeling a little naughty. I asked, "No guys are coming to this, right?" No, "just us" was the answer. "Cool," I said and took my bikini top off to get a little sun. My friends know me pretty well -- they laughed. Then four of them took their tops off too! I love where I live.

Be safe and be well.

"Hip Hugger" Short Shorts!

I love these!

Grand Canyon Closed!

Finally, Grand Canyon National Park is closed. It's about time. Tourists were crowding at the view points and trashing the park because the visitor's center, rest rooms and other facilities were closed. It took Trump's toadies in Washington far too long to take this action.

I love the Grand Canyon. And I want all the people who work there to be safe from stupid tourists, some of whom are likely carrying and spreading the corona virus.

I was punished by Facebook a couple of months ago for writing "Americans are stupid," remember? Facebook said that was "hate speech." Well, many Americans are dumber than a bag of hammers. At least now they won't be infecting my canyon friends.

Okay </rant>. I'd rather write about a tiny pair of low rise shorts a colleague at the college gave me today. She's retiring finally at 74 years old and had the shorts in a "memory box" she started in the 60s. Am I a lucky girl or what? More later.