Anne N. Mouse: Blog

I hate face masks. I refuse to wear one for one moment longer than required by the govt! My reasons are several: First there is the fact that I work in a dust factory. I won't wear a mask there, really can't and still perform the work I do there as it is in the range of heavy labor....
Second: Although my work is in the mountains, it is now high summer and my work is somewhere near an outlet to Hades I think. At least it is hot enough that any gear not required to keep me from crushing a toe is not going to get worn.... I wear a very light pair of gloves (and go through about a pair a week by wearing them to shreds) and composite toed boots (I broke down and purchased a second pair that has a six inch top) as well as full length trousers. Not jeans, not denim, I wear Dickies (r) cargo pocket pants. I got used to the idea of wearing such gear in the army, and now there is no one to tell me I can't fill the pockets with pencils, erasers, knives, etc. But I do not wish to have a heat stroke, which I might just if I restricted my breathing.
Third: Will someone in the govt get the story straight about masks!? It is fine to go to a riot and either wear only a bandana like a bandit, but going to the grocery or to church means I must wear a mask!? Oh and here in the land of fruits and nuts no singing allowed in church. Also how am I supposed to eat, drink, etc if I manage to go to a restaurant!? I'll wear my redneck bandana at the grocery 'cause I have yet to be able to grow all my own groceries and still earn a living otherwise.

I've been tempted of late to torment our catamite, Caliente, yet at the same time the theme seems almost over done. The problem though is that everything else I'm writing is stalled, yet Caliete's troubles have been buzzing around in my mind at times... Not that I've actually written anything down just yet.

To all those who have given me encouragement to continue and just about my life in general; I will put out a bit of poetry here. Since it is true, and about me, it must go in the blog.

Here is a rhyme,
To while away the time,
For me and mine,
Some doggerel I'll chime,
The long shift,
And the heavy lift,
I'm sad to say,
Have driven the muse away.

Good Day!

I worked 2 extra hours today... Which means I'm about unable to move... But that isn't what I had on my mind today. What I wondered is if anyone had information on Kid Wigger? He used to correspond with me, but he hasn't answered the at the e-mail address he gives on his page here. I'm hoping that all that is the matter is that COVID is keeping him busy some way... I didn't expect to get extra work when this all started, but with foreign sources unavailable, customers are actually calling the place I work looking for our product...
So I work!

I want a newer computer.
I want a car that is not borrowed from a family member.
These priorities of course conflict. There are other desires and needs in my life (like not spending all my time under my mother's roof) that eat at my money situation, so things are not well in my world. I would like to make my living as a proofreader, but every avenue I've explored so far seems to have such a high bar of entrance that it is apparent to me that probably I shall never get there. Then there are the haters in the world. Always always the haters... And will one of them catch me unaware and beat me to death?