Day 231

Day 231, self quarantine:

Saturday, October 31, 2020

I’m so sad today.

This is the first Halloween in the over four decades Gary and I are married that we’re not giving out candy.

You have no idea how much Gary loves to give out candy, he lives for stuff like that.

I’m the one behind the door hissing, “Don’t give out my Almond Joys.”

But this year with the virus and us being old and kids being carriers, it’s just too dangerous, we live in a tiny row house, there’s no safe way to do it without going to a lot of trouble we’re just not up for.

And I already ate most of the candy, anyway.

I’m a hot mess.

We spent most of last night away from the news, listening to vinyl, celebrating Grace Slick’s 81st birthday. We listened to Airplane and then went all sixties Laurel Canyon and it was glorious.

It’s a good thing.

Right before that, right after dinner, I had another panic attack.

I can’t even believe it. I’ve had more panic attacks during this quarantine than I’ve had in the last fifteen years.

In fact, I had zero in the three years between December, 2016 into summer, 2020.

Luckily, this was a mini attack, I got upstairs and away from Gary before he could fuss over me and make it worse, and I managed to regulate my breathing and talk myself out of it.

It was triggered by a tweet I read, linking to a NYT article saying Donald deserved a second term.

I honestly hyperventilated and got sick in the stomach.

I’m so scared.

I’m also depressed and really doing the self pity thing again.

The holidays.

If Donald takes credit for Christmas one more time I’m going to implode.

He took Christmas away this year!  Omg, the projection is unbelievable.

Yesterday, that morbidly obese imbecile in the clown makeup and ridiculous yak wig actually said this:

“If you vote for Biden, your kids will not be in school, there will be no graduations, no weddings, no Thanksgiving, no Christmas, and no Fourth of July!”

Hahaha immediately afterwards, Hillary
Clinton replied, “Look around you, Donald.”

I mean, seriously.  Donald is so severely mentally ill he always announces his crimes and then projects them on to other people.

I’ve never seen anything like it.

He’s depraved.

I’m terrified there’s going to be trouble no matter who wins.

Businesses are being boarded up all over the country.  This is no joke.

You guys know I read everything and I talk to a lot of smart people.

Make sure you are loaded up with food, water, cash and any other essentials by Tuesday.

It’s not just rioting and looting they’re worried about. There could be an attack on our power grids.

I don’t know how I’m getting through the next few days, I really don’t.

Gary keeps reminding me a day at a time.

I know, I know.

Yeah so we’re going for a drive this morning and taking Jake for a run in the park and basically trying to keep me preoccupied and away from the news.

I think that’s an excellent idea.

I have to stay away from the sugar, too, it isn’t helping.

Okay, deep breaths.

Three more days.

We can do this.

Happy Saturday.
 

Day 230

 

Day 230, self quarantine:

Friday, October 30, 2020

Four more days.

I’m freaking out.

As the coronavirus spreads wildly, Trump continues to deny its existence and mock those who wear masks and quarantine.

Yesterday, when dozens of people passed out at his cootie rally and there was a call for emergency medical attention, he remarked, “Are they friend or foe? Let’s find out if they're friend or foe, and if they're foe, let's take care of those son of a bitches."

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America.

Who votes for a man like this?

How angry, how twisted, how uneducated must you be?

Seriously, what the hell is the reason?

Never mind, we all know what it is.

Fuck you.

You don’t like America, go with Trump on January 20, 2021 and live in North Korea.

I’m not leaving.

You are.

Get back in your ratholes, you hideously ugly, repulsive racists, homophobes, misogynists and antisemites.

Chomp on some worm food.

Your four years in the sun are over.

Happy Friday.

Day 229

 

Day 229, self quarantine:

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Five more days.

I really thought he’d be gone by now.  Every fiber in my body told me he’d be gone.

But I didn’t realize he is Satan.

I should have, but I didn’t.  It wasn’t until his current unchecked cootie super spreader tour across America.

People are dying.

No one stops him.

Every damn day he pulls something else to cheat in this election.

No one stops him.

He’s destroying the United States Post Office.

No one stops him.

“At the behest of Trump campaign official, the Minneapolis police union is recruiting up to 30 former officers to serve as "poll challengers" in "problem" areas across Minneapolis on Election Day.”

This is illegal.

No one stops him.

We have one last chance on Tuesday.

We’ve got to beat him in a landslide or he’s not leaving.

He’ll install himself as dictator and his hideous family will be our new forever government.

Don’t think it won’t happen.

Why?

No one will stop him.

And he knows it.

I mean, if your employee said this, wouldn’t you send him for a mental health evaluation?

"In California, you have a special mask. You cannot under any circumstances take it off. You have to eat through the mask. Right, right, Charlie? It's a very complex mechanism. And they don't realize those germs, they go through it like nothing."

Wut?

Donald said that yesterday at one of his cootie rallies.

He also had a love in yesterday with America’s second biggest asshole/imbecile and Stan Laurel lookalike, Rand Paul.

They both say they’re immune from the virus because they had it and they are rubbing their so called immunity from the virus in the face of America.

They’re insane.

Ew, they make my skin crawl.

Actually, I don’t think Donald had the virus. He had a bad cold and because the news broke that he doesn’t pay taxes and Melania said Fuck Christmas and Fuck the Children, Jared promised him a Superman shirt if he agreed to capitalize on his cold, say it’s the virus, and spend two days in the hospital.

But of course Donald couldn’t even do that right and made the Secret Service take him for a drive to wave at his adoring Nazi supporters.

Oh my god, have you ever seen such physically unattractive people as Donald’s supporters?

The men look Hitleresque but with shaved heads and beer guts, the women are obese with huge breasts hanging to their knees and brassy bleached mullet hairdos from the eighties.

They think they are unstoppable.

Like Donald.

They’re not.

Neither is he.

But we only have one shot.

Vote like your life depends on it.

Because it does.

Happy Thursday.

Day 228

 

Day 228, self quarantine:

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Six more days.

I’m freaking out.

Yesterday’s local news:

“Philly health commissioner urges families to avoid holiday gatherings as COVID-19 surge continues into fall, winter months.”

https://www.phillyvoice.com/philly-covid-19-cases-rising-restrictions-october-pennsylvania-dr-farley/

Yeah, thanks Donald, even your buddy Putin issued a nationwide mask mandate yesterday but sure, we understand you live in an alternate reality where the virus is “over” and Gary and I don’t mind spending the holidays alone without our kids.

MUCH.

Fuck you, Donald.

Yesterday’s other Donald news was something he bleated at his Nazi rally in Michigan:

"Three weeks in, Joe is shot, let's go Kamala, are you ready?"

Wait, wut?  

Yeah, you read it right and it means exactly what you think it does.

Even if it is his usual imbecile speak.

So besides the outrageous homicidal remark about Joe, it’s pretty obvious Donald doesn’t like women and he really doesn’t like women of color.

Let’s hope next Tuesday night is his worst fucking nightmare.

As I tweeted to Donald yesterday, “Can you believe ANYONE is this criminally mentally ill and ignorant, let alone the fucking President of the United States?”

I seriously never hated anyone so much.

As you can probably tell, I really don’t have much to say right now that isn’t fueled by white hot anger and won’t offend at least one of you, therefore, I will stop before I tell you what I really think.

Instead I will step back, breathe, and share my favorite potato recipe.

Crispy salt and vinegar potatoes 

Ingredients

• 2 pounds baby Yukon Gold potatoes, halved, quartered if large
• 1 cup plus 2 Tbsp. distilled white vinegar
• 1 tablespoon kosher salt, plus more
• 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
• Freshly ground black pepper
• 2 tablespoons chopped fresh chives
• Flaky sea salt 

1. Combine potatoes, 1 cup vinegar, and 1 Tbsp. kosher salt in a medium saucepan; add water to cover by 1”. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer until potatoes are tender, 20–25 minutes; drain and pat dry.
2. Heat butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add potatoes; season with kosher salt and pepper. Cook, tossing occasionally, until golden brown and crisp, 8–10 minutes. Drizzle with remaining 2 Tbsp. vinegar. Serve topped with chives and sea salt.

There you go.

But I use vegan butter.

So here’s my advice to myself, you may wanna do the same.

Stay busy this week, avoid the news, don’t talk to anyone unless you have to, and try not to think beyond the second you’re living in.

And holy hell, make those potatoes. 

Oh, and maybe meditate on a certain orange vulgarian dropping dead today.

Meditate hard, please, like your life depends on it.

Because it does.

Happy Wednesday.

Day 227

Day 227, self quarantine:

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

This is what the United States GOP House Judiciary tweeted out last night:

“Amy Coney Barrett, confirmed. Happy Birthday, @HillaryClinton!”  

The tweet is actually the handiwork of the grotesque weasel, Gym Jordan, who couldn’t even pass the Ohio Bar exam and looked the other way while boys were molested in the shower by their wrestling coach.

As everyone who knows, knows, with the current administration, the cruelty is the point.

They rushed through a Judge the majority of Americans do not want eight days before the election.

A handmaid.

It’s fucking unbelievable this happened in 2020.

And they did this without passing a stimulus package for millions of hurting, unemployed Americans and struggling American businesses.

I want to leave America.

But first I want to see every single one of those motherfuckers voted out of office and in jail.

And their hideous supporters back in their racist, misogynist, homophobic, ratholes.

Seven more days.

Omg.

I’m imploding.

They made me tear through an entire bag of Halloween candy
last night.

I can’t even imagine what I’m going to be like this time next week.

I just can’t.

I hate them so much.
It’s literally bringing me to my knees.

I’m sorry, I’m not into journaling today.  I thought I could but...

Going to put down my phone and breathe.

Must. Keep. Calm.

One more week.

Happy Tuesday.

 

Day 226

 

Day 226, self quarantine:

Monday, October 26, 2020

So I apologize if I’m not answering emails, messages, or texts right now.  I just can’t. Seriously, outside of what I write in these posts, I’ve officially withdrawn until after the election.

I’m completely overwhelmed.

I’m not kidding.  I have never been this stressed in my life.

I don’t think anything is cute or funny or even shocking at the moment, I’ve lost my perspective and my sense of humor.

I can’t make small talk and I really don’t want to discuss Donald.

By now you all know the White House has no plan to curb the pandemic.

I mean, eight months in, it was obvious, but they’re saying the quiet parts out loud now.

Five people close to Pence tested positive but he’s still doing super spreader rallies this week like his hideous dancing boss. He’s campaigning everywhere.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/pence-coronavirus-outbreak/2020/10/25/923bb382-16d5-11eb-befb-8864259bd2d8_story.html

“The WH chose to ignore the threat posed by the virus because they thought downplaying it would help ensure Trump's re-election.  Nearly 230K are dead as a consequence-and it turns out they were completely wrong about the politics of it, too. The wrong choice for the wrong reason.“ -David Rothkopf

https://therothkopfgroup.com/

Yeah, that, too.

I’m freaked.

And terrified.

Last night on 60 minutes, Pence also came right out and said people my age shouldn’t be celebrating Thanksgiving this year.

“Should people feel safe gathering over Thanksgiving?”

“I think that's a decision every American family can make based on the circumstances in their community, the vulnerability of particular family members,” says Vice President Pence. 

He then suggested elderly family members take a pass on Thanksgiving.

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/president-trump-vice-president-pence-60-minutes-interview-lesley-stahl-2020-10-25/

Did you see Donald’s part of the interview where he stormed out? I believe it’s included in that link.

How fucking embarrassing.

America is paying the price for his tiny, impotent penis.

How ironic that at every rally this month, Donald bleats that he “brought back Christmas.”  Because of Donald, it’s okay to say “Merry Christmas!” again.

Wut?

Because of Donald, THERE IS NO CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR!

Omg, the stupidity of Donald and his supporters is breathtaking.

Just looking at them is enough to make you vomit.  It’s no lie he attracts the most physically repulsive people, too.

One hour of 60 Minutes is too much, we’ve had to listen to their racist, misogynistic, homophobic, antisemitic diatribes for over three years!

Enough.

Luckily Gary is my rock, I’m balls to the walls busy at work, and when I’m not doing the paralegal gig, I’m going to spend every day between now and next Tuesday, listening to music and doing odd jobs around here and just praying Donald loses in a non- disputable landslide.

Anything else is unthinkable.

Other than that, Gary and I had an awesome weekend.  We took a bunch of drives and walks with Jake.  We stuffed our faces with all kinds of great food and spent the rest of the time watching the birds in our backyard.

Our cardinal and blue jay showed up at the same time and if you were outside our front door and overheard us, you would have thought John and George rose from their graves, reformed the Beatles, and showed up at Casa Slick for a private concert.

“Omg, Gary! Omg! Look! Omg!”

“Shhh!  I see! Stop shouting, you’ll scare them.  Can you hand me my camera without moving?”

No.

But I’ll try.

Grace and coordination are not my thing.

Somehow, though, I reached across the coffee table without making any sudden movements or noise and passed him the camera just in time.

He managed to catch this shot.

We’re pretty stoked about the symbolism attached to both birds. Good luck and protection works for us!

Hey, I will take that as a positive sign for election day.

I’m also really happy we’re still bird crazy.  It hasn’t gotten even a little bit old.

So that’s it, I am putting down my phone and watching Food TV until I go upstairs and start my work day.

Maybe he’ll die in the meantime.

I’m trying my best.

Happy Monday.

Day 225

 

Day 225, self quarantine:

Sunday, October 25, 2020

I woke up at 4:00 a.m. this morning and grabbed my phone.

I know if he died during the night or was rushed to a hospital, the emergency announcement would be on the screen.

There was nothing there other than today’s weather.

Bummer.

He’s the Bionic Asshole.

So I’ve discussed my addictive personality here and I have to tell you, I have been practically sitting on my hands to keep from going online and buying myself, Gary and the kids everything we’ve ever wanted.  

Yeah, I also struggle with compulsive shopping.

I mean, why not?

We’re either looking at the end of our world next week or we’ll have a real reason to celebrate.

Why deny ourselves anything?

Oh yeah, right, if he gets back in, he’s going to end Social Security and unless Gary and I stop spending money, we will have to work until we die.

I’m so stressed out.

Nine more days.

Donald was in three different states yesterday.

How is that ridiculous pig still oinking?

"That's all I hear about now. Turn on TV, 'Covid, Covid, Covid Covid Covid.' A plane goes down, 500 people dead, they don't talk about it. 'Covid Covid Covid Covid.' By the way, on November 4th, you won't hear about it anymore ... 'please don't go and vote, Covid!'" 

He’s so mentally ill.

He’s also a liar and an accomplice to murder and he’s running wild without restraint.

Omg, his delivery at those rallies.  He sounds like an 80 year old guy named Shecky, a failed comedian whose entire career is opening for C list comedians in cheesy casinos but is really a secret serial killer.

This is not okay.

I cannot believe this was ever allowed to happen.

Okay, I’ll stop.

Facebook just reminded me eleven years ago today, I was in Utah and my world was completely rocked.

http://inherownwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-home.html

Wow, I really did have a pretty spectacular life once.

Oh well.

None of us are having one now, at least the playing field is equal.

Anyway, despite this, yesterday was a good day.  

I got to see some gorgeous autumn leaves and everyone got along and were in good heads.

Gary actually exercised amazing restraint and only bought two records over and above what we pre-ordered and both were just inexpensive, used replacements for records we’ve had for over forty years and played to death.

“It was too early and too much pressure,” Gary said about his allotted fifteen minutes of socially distant time at 9:00 a.m. for Record Store Day.

Hahaha, what did I say yesterday?

You live with someone a hundred years, you get to know them.

Anyway, we went home, ate lovely vegan cinnamon scones, and blasted music all day.

And for a few hours, we forgot about Donald and talked about other things.

Gary’s making veggie chili for dinner tonight. The first chili of the season!  I’m so freaking excited. It’s freezing out today, we’re gonna have our first fire in the fireplace, too.

We bought vegan marshmallows, there may also be s’mores.

Hell yeah there’s gonna be s’mores!  

I mean, why would I even think twice about that?

Trust me, I’m not.

Huh, I should probably eat whatever I want over the next nine days, too.

Diet, what diet. Who cares about being thin if we’re all gonna die?

Sounds like a plan to me.

Oh, Gary?  Wake up, dude.  You need to go get us some hot bagels.

Brick oven bagels are now in the ‘hood, kinda, okay it’s a fifteen minute drive but Gary won’t care, he loves them, too.

May your day include hot bagels, chili and s’mores, too.

Happy Sunday!