Day 72, self quarantine:
Ah, yes, the Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend, also known as “Welcome back to the real world” day.
Whatever that is in apocalypse land.
All I know is, all things considered, I’d rather be at the beach today.
We had the most insanely productive weekend, though. It was pretty amazing. Okay, I’m not gonna lie, Saturday was a bust because it rained super heavy and our roof leaked and I pitched a fit when Gary insisted on climbing an aluminum ladder in the middle of the storm to check it out because excuse me, I don’t want him to kill himself and HOW DID HE PLAN TO FIX IT WHILE IT WAS RAINING?
Arghhh we are so getting a new roof.
So yeah that was Saturday but we put it behind us and by Monday afternoon we accomplished so much we were giddy.
Gary is in his groove when he’s around plants. He was so freaking happy playing in the dirt yesterday.
He’s not done yet so here’s a pic in progress.
So what I’ve been hoping during this entire quarantine and especially since Gary’s unexpected retirement in April is happening. He’s got a project he’s really into and excited about, I can go upstairs to work today and not worry he’s staring blankly at the television all day.
It’s going to be eighty degrees and sunny. He told me he’s going to be outside working in both the yard and front of the house.
Wah, I want to do that, too! I’m jealous!
Oh, well. I wasn’t jealous when he watched television all day - I can’t have it both ways, huh.
Meanwhile, speaking of television- this quarantine has affected my secret-from-Gary guilty pleasure degenerate tv watching like you would not believe. There’s only five more episodes of Top Chef! Where’s all my shows that come out in the spring and early summer to fill my lonely predawn hours when Top Chef ends? Where’s MasterChef? Where’s Best Baker in America? Where’s Chopped Sweets? Ffs, where’s MasterChefJr.? I’m desperate!
You know I googled it.
The guys at Google are laughing their asses off.
“Look at this old broad in Philadelphia who keeps asking daily Why isn’t MasterChef on tv this year? like America hasn’t been shut down for three months and there’s not 100,000 Americans dead in a pandemic.”
Listen, if any of you ever talk to Gary, you cannot tell him I watch MasterChef. He loathes Gordon Ramsey and will never let me live it down and he’d be right.
I don’t know why food competition shows are my crack, there’s clearly something wrong with me.
It’s why I sneak them at 4:00 a.m.
Haha I used to do that with drugs.
Oh wait, that was all day 😎
Anyway, it turns out the pandemic has messed with all of my shows except...sigh...MasterChef, Jr. which was already in the can before quarantine and instead of airing from March to June like they always do, Fox is holding it until September because they have nothing else to air in the new season.
Thanks a lot, apocalypse.
Google finally told me this after I checked daily for days and oh, cool, now google and the government think I’m a weirdo for obsessing about a cooking show for pre-teens.
Do not tell Gary this, either.
I used to have such better secrets. What the hell happened?
Oh, yeah. I got old.
Thank God.
