Karantiinipäevik sai läbi

Mitte, et ma sellest nüüd täpselt aru saaks, kuidas päeva pealt kõik jälle ilusaks muutus, viirus ära kadus, inimesed arukalt leebematesse piirangutesse hakkavad suhtuma ja majandus kohe jälle õitsele lööb, aga see teema sai juba Facebookis läbi hekseldatud, et las ta siis jääb. Fakt on see, et kaks kuud kodus olemist sai läbi ja omamoodi oli vahva scrollida Instagramis ja vaadata, kuidas need kaks kuud siis möödusid.

Kahest nädalast sai kaks kuud:

Selle aja jooksul jõudsime:


Vanaaja mänge meenutada.

Teha selfie’sid.

Tähistada munadepühi.

Alustada aiatöödega.

Lugeda raamatuid.

Korjata karulauku.

Lubada kassid tuppa.

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The Dog’s Diary 8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM – Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat’s Diary Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He has obviously gone mad. #humor #caturday #catsofinstagram #meieeluussipesas

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Nautida elu.

Tegeleda hüpoteetiliste olukordadega.

Teha tööd.

Kasvada perena tugevamaks.

Ja lõpetada karantiini.

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🚢➡️Pranglisse #sadam #varahommik

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