Today I join a sorry-not-sorry poem and last April in twenty images for my Calendar 2019.
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Prompt 13: “Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.”
Alrighty. With tongue-in-cheek and Chong. Not sorry.
Sorry not sorry
Sorry not sorry for all the luck I seem to have.
I may have stolen it from other people,
just like my country of origin
stole medical equipment for itself
from some factory in China
meant for other countries.
Where are the times
when we were known to introduce ourselves:
“Excuse me, I’m Slovene”?
Now they are sorry not sorry.
It’s war and they took the masks.
Sorry not sorry for appearing
symptom-free
guilt-free
frustration-free.
“Have you ever taken the Big Five test?
There’s a category called ‘Neuroticism.’
I scored 0%. I think you might, too,”
Tom wrote once.
Sorry not sorry for that.
And for moving away.
And for not coming back.
I’m guilty.
I am living somebody else’s dream.
I am taking somebody else’s pictures.
I am breathing through somebody else’s mask.
Here are twenty pictures from last April and they are all mine. Every month I have a look at all the photos taken in the same month one year ago and select twenty that stand out in one way or another.
As you will see in the second half of the gallery, last April we went to Rome a couple of times, and I also met up with the painter Donna and her daughter for the first time. We strolled on the beach from Carbonifera to Torre Mozza in the bay of Follonica, and then I went to visit Gavorrano by myself where I haven’t been yet. It was a lovely day. It also feels like a lifetime away.
The first half of the photos is from around here in southern Tuscany. I can’t reach all the blooming trees or the sea, but not a bad place for the quarantine.
Hey, gull. Wait one year and you animals will have the place to yourselves. 
Near our supermarket by the lagoon where we cannot go to shop now, since it’s in another municipality. 
A moth of some sort. Why not a butterfly? Because its antennae are hairy. 
Solemn bestia pose. 
Prickly pears-to-be. 
I don’t know which kind these are, but I love wildflowers the most. 
Bloom on bloom. 
My daily view, in quarantine too. 
Quince, I’ve been told. Haven’t passed it in two months almost. 
The way home from the station. Also haven’t been in a while. 
Torre Mozza is a pimped up private establishment. We didn’t enter. 
Gavorrano is pretty. 
The view from there. Maremma mia. 
A hop to Rome now. This building seems to be a ship with oars up that has just sailed in. 
He is getting ready for the isolation but doesn’t know it yet. 
She is in isolation already. 
Rome is doing spring right. 
Iris in a Roman garden. 
Your reporters singing out. 
Just one more view: our Lake Burano as it awaited me upon our return from Rome in the end of April, with the sea behind. Isn’t it pretty?
Here are the three months of 2019 so far:
And here are three previous Aprils for comparison:
Manja Mexi Mexcessive (closed) 
‘..cheek and Chong.’ Oh, I laughed at that Manja. Bestia–so solemn. Are you watching that little kitty in the window? He looks sad….like he needs a playmate. Not now, maybe later. Take care.
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Hihihi, I’m glad to hear this, Lois. I wonder how many will giggle at this. That kitty was a one-off spotting last year in Rome. I never saw her again. Interesting that you believe it’s a he, while I was thinking it was a she. 🙂
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Not a clue about he/she. I am always conflicted when I see someone walking a dog. I usually say, “Oh, what a cutie” and leave it at that. 😉
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I think there are a lot of us who are sorry-not-sorry these days. Well-written. well-expressed.
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Thank you so much, Maggie. 🙂 Wishing you well.
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What beautiful flowers.
I’m not sorry for a chocolate I stole. Put it in a poem, you’ll read it one day.
I love your quarantine view.
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Yeah! I’d love that, Bojana. 🙂 Thank you. As for chocolate, I was more a Chivas fan. Before they were put under key.
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Mind you, I was 6.
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Ah, that moth! Gorgeous.😍
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Thank you, Romana. 🙂 I only spotted it because bestia chose this tree for a little pee. 😀
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Awww. Truly the best of friends.🥰
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In case of hairy antennae, it’s a moth? Glad to have learnt something new today 🙂 Shared knowledge multiplies, the opposite of stealing.
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Correct, Angela. I learned this when I first posted this photo here on my blog and somebody told me about it. Blogging is so useful. You thought me that bit about the happiness engineer, I mean gardener as well. 😀
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With views so beautiful, it is surreal to think that there is anything wrong out there… hope you and bestia are all keeping well.
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We are all better than well, thank you, Jolene. I hope the same for you.
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I spotted the cheek and Chong as well. A lovely walk back Manja 🙂
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I’m glad, Bushboy. Thank you!
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This poem really spoke to me. Also loved the captions, as usual, and – if I haven’t mentioned it yet – I like the idea of looking back one year ago in this ongoing series of yours, reliving the moments because they all deserve to be relived. Favorite captions: getting ready for isolation and not knowing it yet + your daily view (lovely! green and lush!) + why isn’t the moth a butterfly, indeed!
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Thank you so much, SMSW, I’m so glad that I spoke to you. ❤ And my photos as well. It was right here on my blog that somebody explained to me the difference between moths and butterflies, and that it is in the hairyness of their antennae. I wonder if it was Amanda.
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Amanda certainly speaks about her MOTH a lot 😂😂😂 (haha)
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Hihih, this is true but it made me check it out and it wasn’t Amanda but Crystal, a keen student of life! 🙂
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The poem caught me too, Manja. Partially because I am feeling sorry not sorry for doing so great during this pandemic. Healthy, happy, financially secure, loads of outside space to roam around in, my child who sewed homemade masks and mailed them to me, lots to do because I am going to school (online). Is all this goodness allowed? I’m afraid to tell anyone. People have checked in on me “Hey, are you ok?” and I don’t say, “No really, I’m awesome. Please worry about someone else.” But the poem also brought up an uncomfortable truth and you faced it. That’s the kind of art that gets into my heart. Thank you for this poem.
The photos are filled with your thoughts on what it was like to live in a different world. I spend time thinking about that too, these days. And check out that tree-climbing snail!! ha ha
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Thank you for getting the poem, Crystal. ❤ Most certainly this isolation is just made for some, while some others suffer terribly. No shame or guilt in doing the quarantine right though. We've got lots of highly adventurous snails around. They like to mingle most of all.
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