The Treasure Hunter

Like every one else living at the Watermark in Philadelphia, I am confined to my apartment because a small number of members here have become ill with the virus.  We have not ben told who they are or how strongly they are affected. All group activities in this building have ben suspended for the time being.  We receive food regularly and any other things we need. Basically we are well taken care of, but all of us are lonely and most of us are frightened.

Fortunately, my sister and one of my sons communicate with me daily by playing Scrabble with me, and my oldest sun, or his wife, brings me everything I need. I also receive phone calls from family members and friends.  Still, I complain because my activities are so limited and there seems to be no end in sight.

Do I blame anyone? Yes! I blame our government, and people who have devoted their lives to getting rich without caring about anyone else. Neither God nor our planet made this mess. We have done it by electing the wrong leaders.  When you get the chance to vote this year–which is supposed to happen very soon– be careful to choose the people who care about the health and wellbeing of all American citizens and their children.

High, faithful friends.

I have nothing to do here but eat, sleep, wash my clothes, feed and pet my cat, and play scrabble with family members on my computer. I keep the television on all day, but it offers nothing but bad news and old, boring shows.  (I suspect that my poor television is  the result of not subscribing to more expensive places, but I am firmly against paying them more money.  What are they doing to deserve it?)

On good days the weather here is sunny and mild, so I take short walks outside with my face masked.  If you have any suggestions for further pleasure let  me know; I need it.

God bless you all,

Joanne

 Nancy sent me the words below that I forgot. No one at this place is speaking to others because of there fear.  So I would appreciate your messages or games. The television information does not chere me up at all.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear
Long, long ago, long, long ago
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear
Long, long ago, long ago
Now you have come all my grief is removed
Let me forget for how long you have roved
Let me believe that you love as you loved
Long, long ago, long ago
Do you remember the path where we met
Long, long ago, long, long ago
Ah yes, you told me you ne’er forget
Long, long ago, long ago
Then, to all others, my smile you preferred
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word
Still my heart treasures the praises I heard
Long, long ago, long ago

Sing me the songs I delighted to hear

Long, long ago, long ago.

Tell me the tales I remembered to read

Long long ago, long ago.

(I can’t remember the rest of this song.  Can any one fill me in, or better yet send me a new song?  I need help because all I hear these days is on the television and that is bad news.)

I have been waking up regularly every morning and sleeping well every night.

I am able to turn off the television when I don’t like what it says.

Although my cat resents my lack of attention to him he still hops up into my lap regularly.

I have ben receiving  large amounts of good food regularly every day and saved most of it for tomorrow

In my apartment my washing and drying machines are working. well and keeping me clothed and warm.

Since I have been told that I should no longer walk outside, I walk down the hall in my apartment several times a day.

I appreciate all messages from friends or enomies

Today my television has not reported the number of deaths in this country, but it has dome so every day previously.