It’s May Day

May I wish you all a Happy May Day?!

May is my favorite month of the year because it is the month when The Lady takes a picture of me every single day and I write something here every single day.  Also, when it is May, I know that school is almost over and summer break is about to begin.  But, some things are different about this May.

For the last couple years, on May 1st, Mr. Guy and The Lady have taken me shopping for a few new t-shirts for my May blog posts.  Remember, I like to collect t-shirts.  This year, though, we are not going to do that because of that corona virus thing and social distant singing.  Mr. Guy told me that if we went shopping, I would have to wear a mask and do social distant singing..  Hmm…Mr. Guy doesn’t sing and I don’t sing…even distantly!  And, a mask?  It is not even Halloween.  And come to think of it, I don’t even wear a mask a Halloween.  I trick or treat dressed like the furry little blue and orange monster that I am and say “thank you” to all of the people who say to me, “Cute costume!”  Singing and masks made shopping sound like a theatre production.  I wasn’t sure I wanted any part of that.

Then I started thinking, maybe it would be fun to wear a mask now since I don’t wear one any other time…as long as I didn’t have to do social distant singing too.  Mr. Guy told meThat I definitely did not have to sing.  He also said that he didn’t think that I would like wearing a mask, but he would let me try one on.  The Lady made two different kinds of masks.  Some have elastic and some have ties.  Well, I could only try on the tie kind because the elastic kind have to hook on to your hears…and I don’t have any hears.  I only have horns.  If I hook the elastic on my horns, the mask covers my eyes.  I asked Mr. Guy if he could cut holes in the elastic mask like they do for the masks at Halloween.  He told me that cutting holes in the mask would mean that germs could climb in and out of the holes and that is what we didn’t want to happen.  So it is a tie mask for me.


I think we look like we are dressed up like happy bank robbers!

All that to say that I did not get any new shirts today.

I looked through my closet and found one that I think is perfect.  I am sad that I didn’t get to go shopping, but I have lots of other things to be thankful for.  I am thankful that I live with Mr. Guy and The Lady.  I am thankful that we are all healthy and that we have have masks to keep us healthy if we have to go shopping for stuff that is more important than new shirts for me.  I am thankful that it makes me happy to look at all the shirts I have and remember that I got them when I visited some really cool places.  I also had some big smiles remembering special friends who have given me shirts as gifts.  I’m sure glad that I don’t grow much and my shirts keep fitting me!

Since we couldn’t go anywhere special, Mr. Guy, The Lady, and I took a walk around our yard and looked for blue and orange flowers because blue and orange are my favorites!  I found some!

Even though today was not the day I had hoped for, I still have lots of things to be thankful for.

And now I am going to go eat tacos for dinner and be thankful some more!

 

Six Feet

This car on a iris, I mean carona virus, is a strange thing.  We are still supposed to be sheltering in place and I am still curious about how turtles do this.  I asked Mr. Guy if he would take me to the park so that I could ask a turtle about just how turtles do shelter in place.  Mr. Guy said he could take me, but that we would have to practice “social distancing measures.”  I told Mr. Guy that I would be happy to do that if I had any idea what he was talking about.

Mr. Guy explained to mean that “social distancing” means that we have to stay six feet away from other people.  Six feet?  I don’t have six feet.  How will I know if I am to close?  Mr. Guy and The Lady don’t have six feet.  The only thing I know about that has six feet is a beetle.  So I figured that social distancing must mean that I have to stay a beetle’s length away from other people.  Beetle’s feet aren’t very big so I was sure I could do that.  I was a little worried at first.   If I had to stay six of Mr. Guy’s feet away or six of a big tall basketball player’s feet away I might be a little scared.  I’m just a little monster and I don’t like to get too far away from Mr. Guy and The Lady.  I told Mr. Guy that I thought that I could do well with social distancing, that I promised to stay a beetle’s length away from other people, even him!

Mr. Guy looked very confused.  “A beetle’s length away?” he said.  I explained to him that he had told me about staying six feet away from other people and the only thing that I knew about with six feet were beetles!  He told me that he was not talking about the six feet on a beetle.   He was talking about feet like on a ruler.  A ruler?  A ruler like a king?  I have met lots of people, but ( have never met a king.  And even if I had, I don’t think I would know how big their feet are!  This social distancing thing was getting way too complicated for this little blue and orange furry monster!  Maybe I didn’t really want to go to the park after all!

Mr. Guy tried again to explain to me about the six feet.  He told me that one foot is twelve inches, the length of the kind of ruler we use to draw straight lines, and that makes six rulers equal to six feet, or seventy-two inches.  I had to stay seventy-two inches away from people?!  I’m not sure that this little monster can count that high all by myself.  Mr. Guy finally told me not to worry.  He said that he knew how far six feet or seventy-two inches is; so, if he carried me in the park all I had to worry about was looking for a turtle  He would worry about proper social distancing.  This made me very happy!

The part of the park where we went was not crowded so no one had to worry about beetle feet, or kings feet, or seventy-two inches.  That was a relief!  Mr. Guy said that he would show me how to use his camera so that I could take a picture of my turtle friends…from six feet away…when I found them.

Once I knew which buttons to push, we were off to look for a turtle.

We looked…and looked…and looked.

Apparently turtles don’t shelter in place at the park.  Or maybe they too are confused about this six feet thing!