by glancing at this weeks local newspaper I see that our city clerk has announced she has Covid19 and is in quarantine.

City Hall is closed. she is the 6th case (health dept. says technically 5th case since 1 person tested positive twice. so now I know someone who is positive. in our tiny lil' town.

Thursday.

went to Dr to renew BP Rx. pumped my own gas. talked to Peggy & Nicole. made tag for Violet's gifts. ran sweeper. updated ghost and pig books.

digital restored Billy The Kid

Weds. slept in. KJ knocked 3 items off my to-do list...dropped off package and bought 2 rolls wrapping paper.

I drove to Princeton to pick up Rx. walked lap at park with Kevin. folded laundry. Kevin took us out to supper. I was a naggy gramma. I don't like hearing kids yelling when I'm out to eat, even if they're my own grandkids. called office to check in. made dr. appt. for tomorrow to renew Rx. wrapped all Violet's bday gifts. going to end this day with a shower.

Tomino's Hell

learned about this rewatching American Ghost Hunter....

The Scary game “Tomino’s hell” is based on a Japanese poem. This game is basically reading that poem aloud and after that the player will get some negative vibes which will be of spirit. The poem is about person Tomino and their journey through hell. More than a game it’s about a poem or else we can say a curse. It’s okay to read the following poem in your head but if you’re reading that aloud, be ready for something! How Many People Can Play Tomino’s Hell? Unfortunately, you can’t just enjoy and experiment this game with a group of friends. That doesn’t work with this one! You have to play this alone. In “Tomino’s hell” there should be only One Player.

Elder sister vomits blood,

younger sister’s breathing fire

while sweet little Tomino

just spits up the jewels.

All alone does Tomino

go falling into that hell,

a hell of utter darkness,

without even flowers.

Is Tomino’s big sister

the one who whips him?

The purpose of the scourging

hangs dark in his mind.

Lashing and thrashing him, ah!

But never quite shattering.

One sure path to Avici,

the eternal hell.

Into that blackest of hells

guide him now, I pray—

to the golden sheep,

to the nightingale.

How much did he put

in that leather pouch

to prepare for his trek to

the eternal hell?

Spring is coming

to the valley, to the wood,

to the spiraling chasms

of the blackest hell.

The nightingale in her cage,

the sheep aboard the wagon,

and tears well up in the eyes

of sweet little Tomino.

Sing, o nightingale,

in the vast, misty forest—

he screams he only misses

his little sister.

His wailing desperation

echoes throughout hell—

a fox peony

opens its golden petals.

Down past the seven mountains

and seven rivers of hell—

the solitary journey

of sweet little Tomino.

If in this hell they be found,

may they then come to me, please,

those sharp spikes of punishment

from Needle Mountain.

Not just on some empty whim

Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins:

they serve as hellish signposts

for sweet little Tomino.

So that’s the English version of a Japanese poem. You just have to say this aloud and boom! Game ends. (Or should we say starts?)

cranked up ye old dvd player and watched American Ghost Hunters ...I did find it....not on the ghost shelf. but on the scary movie shelf.

it is now on the ghost shelf. made sweet tea and potato salad. Danielle's boyfriend installed our new front door. I love it. Kj helped me inventory Christmas trunk and I ordered the last bits to finish off grandkids. and ordered myself that new dance exercise dvd to someday do....

today I drove. and watched Chad Calek documentaries.

and somehow locked myself out of my bank account....got the 60 second warning....then the 5 minute warning and email...almost afraid to try again. but I did. and now it's 15 minutes. so hit the help button. where have I gone wrong? finally got a new password. yikes. I check this mofo several times a week! shipping label arrived for Sadie Fox. Kevin's still looking at trucks. insurance has been billed for my surgery. picked up my free t-shirt and hand sanitizer from the boot shed. want to watch American Ghost Hunters again...I know I have the dvd. confirmed on my blog. but where the fuck is it? not with my ghost hunting dvds in bedroom....or in the closet...so somewhere in the dvd hoard in bookshelf....ugh. guess I got nothing but time (and somewhat limited mobility....) I'll start on shelves I can get to standing up first, I guess, and leave bottom cabinet for later....