DEAR 2020: IT'S ME, DIVA

Well, here we are in 2021. That only took twelve months and a couple of centuries. Since there's not much else to do, I thought I would crack open my diary so we can review, as a group, the highs and lows of my life during The Year Of Living Pandemically. I've even included selfies in the event my logs enter some sort of historical archive. Do don your masks and enjoy!

                                     

January 1, 2020. Dear, dear Diary: How can one express the joy of a new year? Like a fresh page awaiting the work of a pen, it is hope and possibility! As we enter this new year,  my resolve towards ever improving myself physically, mentally, and socially remains strong. First and foremost,  I plan to avail myself of the local gymnasium. Imagine it, Diary. Me! A specimen of feminine health! When not ensuring I am of sound body, I shall expand my mental horizons by engaging in studies of all topics - mathematics, science, and, yes, Diary, home economics. It's high time I learn to properly run a household. Lest I forget, I do plan to have a full dance card for the duration of 2020. I shall attend parties, galas, luncheons!  The days will positively fly by!  Yours truly, A Diva of Destiny!

                                       

February 3, 2020. Dearest Diary: As the winter descends upon us like a thing with tentacles, I regret to report that I have been slow in completing my resolutions. Though I have not joined the "gym,"  I do plan to avail myself of the local flora and fauna by indulging in the occasional walk in the frosty air. It is said this is good for one's constitution. As for my studies, I modestly share that I am now an expert on the history of Scotland as I have binged all available seasons of Outlander. As for my social calendar, I can report that we shall journey abroad to Florida!  What a delightful time to travel! Devotedly, A Diva On the Go.

March 10, 2020: My Dear Diary: It seems we are quarantined! The world has taken ill, and it is imperative that each of us, as devoted citizens, remain indoors for a few short weeks. Diary, this is my moment to shine! I shall avail myself of this down time by indulging in such frivolous activities as puzzling, watching the various programming on the streaming services, and engaging in the delightful art of reading.  Why, Diary! I might even try my hand at batting out a novel of my own. The possibilities are endless!  Deepest regards,  A Resolute Diva.

April 14, 2020: Dear Diary:  We are still under lock and key, which means the upcoming holidays will be very grim, indeed. But, it does seem that this is in all of our best interest, as we are now enduring a shortage of toilet paper. Best to stay apart until we can ascertain the condition of our bottoms. I remind myself that when one door closes, it's time to open the liquor cabinet. Medicinally Yours, A Day-Drinking Diva

May 10, 2020: Diary: Mother's Day is cancelled! Ever resourceful,  I took matters into my own hands and purchased several boxes of chocolate and compatible wines, all of which I billed to my first-born. As the saying goes, if the Diva can't go to the Kroger, let the Kroger come to her! I have employed modern technologies in order to keep my pantries well-stocked. WineO'Matic Delivery, SnacksOnDemand, and BuyAnything.com are exactly what we need to sustain us during these trying times. What a boost to the morale it is to see boxes piled by the front door each afternoon! Well, I'm off to place another order! Gratefully, A Diva In Debt

June 18, 2020: D: We are to be masked. While this new decree has been met with resistance by some factions of society, I must say I find it enchanting! Looking like a bandit while swanning about the aisles of The Kroger does give one a certain mystique. I'll confess that I've not had the opportunity to deal with the greying of my tresses nor the disposal of the occasional facial hair.  Therefore, it is a blessing, indeed,  to be unrecognizable while standing 6 feet apart from my neighbors in the check out lane!  I'm also pleased to report I've learned the value of the breath mint. Regards: A Diva of Style

July 3, 2020: Hello. I've not much to share on this Independence Day eve, other than our lack thereof. We are imprisoned. Our captor? A cruel and determined virus that will not release us until we've all given in to its wicked ways. But, like our Founding Fathers, we must not retreat! My part in this war is to be ever vigilant in my attempts to be merry. This enemy can steal our festive fireworks, but it dare not take our jig-saw puzzles! Yes, we can be denied indoor dining, but our Grub Hub shall endure! It can shutter our movie theaters, but we will persevere via Amazon Prime. Liberty shall be ours! Signed, A Revolutionary Diva

August 10, 2020: Is it Thursday, Diary? I fear I do not know. And what if it is? For, what is a day? A week? A month? What does it all matter when it's Shitt$ Creek every morning, Friends at noontime, and Judge Judy before we dine? I grow weary of my confinement.  But, fear not! This melancholy that has possessed me shall not linger, as I'll reap my joy from an extra large batch of macaroni and cheese paired with a delightful box of white wine. - A Diva In Sweat Pants

September 7, 2020: Today, I made my bi-monthly trek to the grocery to gather supplies for the duration. Masked, gloved, and carrying a bottle of pepper spray to ward off those who would attempt to get within six feet, I successfully completed my mission. However, in my haste to purchase the necessary foods to sustain us, several bags of chips and cookies tumbled into my cart. Imagine my surprise, Diary, when I went through the check out and saw the clerk ring up those nonessentials! Not wanting to hold up the line of already disgruntled customers, I did the only correct thing and accepted, without complaint, those unwanted items.  They are now housed in my pantry, where they shall remain, untouched, until we are once again able to gather with friends. Though, I dare say the double-stuffed Oreos are a delight! - A Sugar-Bombed Diva 

October 10, 2020: What are we to make of All Hallows Eve? Are we meant to simply toss the sweets at the children like so many lackeys  on a parade float? Undignified! Personally, I shall retire to the privacy of my boudoir where I shall indulge in the various Snak Size offerings from the chocolate factories.  I no longer give a flying long-tailed kite. I'm going to eat chocolate. All the chocolate!! - A Diva In Distress

November 20, 2020: There shall be no Thanksgiving gatherings this year. This is all well and good, Diary, as I regret to report that the most exercise I've gotten for the duration of our confinement is is when I raise and lower the leg rest of my recliner. It can also be said that my complexion is so sallow, one might assume I need to be admitted to a TB sanatorium. If that all weren't bad enough, I fear my only contribution to dinner conversation would be to be to list the various plastic surgeries of The Real Housewives of New York. It's no use, Diary. I am foresaken! Leave me! Leave me to my pumpkin pie topped with hefty dollop of whipping cream! - A Diva of Despair

December 10, 2020: As we approach Christmas day in The Year of Our Lord Twenty and Twenty,  a carol from my childhood is cycling on repeat in my head. I shall share:
In the bleak midwinter 

Frosty winds did moan
Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone
Snow on snow on snow

.....on snow on snow. 

Alas, dear Diary! The Grinch has succeeded in stealing Christmas! Also, we are out of wine. I shall journey outward to remedy the latter at once! - A Spiritless Diva

December 20, 2020:  In my finest contralto, I am regaling any neighbor within hearing distance of the Hallelujah Chorus! For unto us a vaccine is delivered! What Christmas joy! In celebration, I have purchased, for myself, several new articles of clothing to be worn when I lose my pandemic weight. This should occur in short order as, once I am fully vaccinated, the local gymnasium awaits! Oh, Diary! What a sight I shall be with my newly svelte figure attending social event after social event. Why! I might even take a course or two in mathematics or one of the sciences! What a time it shall be, Diary! I must run. It's imperative I purchase an appropriate amount of alcohol and food stuffs so as to entertain my neighborhood very soon. January is going to be a glorious month! - Joyfully Yours, The Invisible Diva

Keep the faith, fellow Divas! 

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