Wednesday, August 05, 2020

Day 144


Day 144, self quarantine:


Yo, Semite!


Well, you know I had to say it.

How fucking stupid is he?

Rhetorical question.

And here I thought he was saying Good morning to me.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

The Axios interview, in case you missed it yesterday, confirms he’s an idiot, mentally ill, and likely cognitively impaired and/or dementia ridden.

You need to see this.


Feh!

Okay, now on to the really important stuff.

Today is the United States radio premier of my son’s new single, Closer to Heaven, and it’s song of the day on Nashville’s Lightning 100.  It will be broadcast 8:30, 10:30, 12:30, 4:30, 8:30 p.m. That’s Nashville time so move it up an hour for eastern, i.e. 9:30 a.m., 11:30 etc.


So that’s exciting.  For Gary and me, anyway.

And Eric will be here tomorrow night!

Thank god he didn’t come yesterday.  What the hell was that?  Isaias wut?  It was like the end of the world out there, raining sideways and who needs electricity, right?

Woo that storm was so 2020.

I’m not liking what I’m reading about the east coast and hurricanes this season. Apparently Isaias is the first of many.  


Yay.  Guess we’re stocking up on candles and batteries at Casa Slick.

And chocolate.  

I can’t believe how fast summer is going by.  It’s surreal.

Here’s what else I can’t believe. It’s August 5 and my summer clothes are still in storage.  I have a couple black t-shirts and jeans I wear year round. Any time I get out of my pajamas to go out since quarantine, I just wear jeans and a black t-shirt.  Every couple of wears I throw them the wash.

Omg, I just realized I’ve been wearing the same clothes over and over since March.

Who am I kidding, most of the time when I go out, I wear pajamas but still. Occasionally I get dressed.

What’s crazy is that up until six months ago, I was pretty spoiled and shallow.  I bought myself a whole new work wardrobe every season.

My drawers and closets are overflowing.

Wow.  It occurs to me I should bag all of my work clothes and donate them.  I mean, I’m never getting dressed up in those clothes again.

Passages, baby.

I’ve sort of settled into this weird new life.  So has Gary. We’re both eccentric and unapologetic.

I mean, I have twenty minutes of video footage of a bird eating in our yard this weekend that I geeked out over while recording.

I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been to get a free taste of retirement.  I fucking love it, and that’s without being able to go anywhere!  Wait til I can hop on a plane anytime I want.

Oy, whenever that is.

Tuscanyyyyyyy...

Ooh, speaking of Tuscany, Gary made a leftover cacio e pepe frittata last night.  It was INSANE.

I need to take better food pics, I know, but I’m always too much in a hurry to eat.

You can’t really blame me.

Anyhow, I guess that’s it for today.

Actually, no.  More Eric news.

Here’s a podcast he did with Natalie: https://t.co/nZoGENEahf?amp=1.  


Okay, I’m outta here.

Peace out, apocalypse dudes.








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Tuesday, August 04, 2020

Day 143

Day 143, self quarantine:

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

We have the remnants of Hurricane Isaias here in Philadelphia today and right now it’s super groovy at Casa Slick, all dark and stormy.

Haha, easy for me to say it’s groovy, I can stay indoors and we still have power.  We’ll see how that goes later today.

I’m keeping my phone charged at 100%.  I have a bad feeling about this.  Sixty mile an hour winds in Philadelphia in August really?

Mother Nature is pissed at us.

Haha I see dementia ridden PotusVirus is bleating OPEN THE SCHOOLS this morning.

Here’s my reply to him just now:

“Only if you send your son, Barron.  (But really, PotusVirus, you should send Eric 😂😂😂) #TrumpVirus”

What an unbelievable asshole.

In case you don’t know, he’s NOT sending Barron back to school because Barron’s school is responsibly CLOSED.


But wait!  As of this morning, the governor issued an Order!


Soooo...what will Donald say now?  You think there’s any way he’s sending his son to school?  

Of course Barron’s school probably has five kids to a classroom and the very best virus testing and contact tracing in place but whatever.

I just hope a reporter asks that question of PotusVirus today at his sham coronavirus briefing that’s really a cheesy campaign rally.

Ugh.  A more repulsive human never waddled on the streets of America.  

Except for the people who like him, that is.  Yikes.

Fox News has brainwashed one third of this country.  The stupid is fucking unbelievable.

Right now they have people thinking absentee ballots and mail in ballots are two different things.  Omfg.

Whenever I have caught a few seconds of Sean Hannity speaking, his mouth literally looks like a talking rectum.

It’s pretty hilarious.  Seriously, next time you see him on television, watch his mouth.

Never mind, I’ll post a pic here.  Forgive me for the instant vomit reflex.



It’s really an anus, people.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

And by the way, regarding mail in ballots, you need to know THIS, because local news isn’t telling you.




Trump is destroying the United States Post Office to cheat in the election.

Okay?  Got it now?  

Donald Trump is the worst person in American history.  

You disagree?  Who else in American history is an accomplice to the deaths of over 150K innocent Americans?

And one reporter from the Washington Post?

Yeah, that’s right.  Khashoggi.  Remember him?

I do.

Okay, enough.

Moving on, Gary and I continue to be amazed by the critters visiting our garden for happy hour.  I actually filmed Georgette eating some birdseed last night but I figured you’d think I was nuts posting it.

I can’t help be enthralled, I am 100% a city person who has lived in downtown Philadelphia for over forty years.  Watching birds is something I’ve never done, and the fact that cardinals are visiting our tiny city garden is blowing me away.

Oh, quarantine.  You’ve taken so much from us, but your gifts are also precious.

I guess.

Okay the birds are awesome but I’d rather see my damn kids.

And with that, I’m off to have some coffee and enjoy the storm.

And continue to meditate on Donald’s resignation and/or...

Party on!


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Monday, August 03, 2020

Day 142


Day 142, self quarantine:

Monday, August 3, 2020

Welcome to week whatever.

Woo, I’m calmer today because I have no choice, but understand why I flipped out yesterday.

This is a country hurting.

There are NONE of us who haven’t been affected by this virus.  We either know someone who had it or someone who died from it.  If somehow you don’t, then you at least know someone who lost their job or a business that closed.

Whether your life has been turned upside down or you’ve merely been inconvenienced, you’ve been affected.

But while forty million Americans out of work are having nightmares about the abrupt end of the $600 weekly federal lifeline, and, the virus raged unchecked, this weekend PotusVirus went golfing.

And when he wasn’t golfing, Donald tweeted horrible, divisive comments that created chaos and anger, where a real President, a real person, not human garbage, would be a calming force, someone who cared about all citizens, not just the ones who “like him” and would try to allay our fears and work with the House and Senate through the weekend 24/7 until whenever a deal was reached so that no one out of work would have to worry about food and shelter.

Or dying.

I just don’t understand the cruelty.

I never will.

And in the name of Christianity.

Mind boggling that Evangelical Christians don’t see through his hypocrisy.

Well, on second thought...they’re PFS (pretty fucking stupid)

😂😂😂😂😂😂

So Gary, Jake and I went for a drive to get out of the house before I imploded.  Here’s the obligatory pic of Jake and me while we waited for Gary to buy fresh corn so he could make corn fritters for dinner.

Because comfort food.  Omg.  So good.



At the beginning of quarantine, I had a hard time getting Jake to sit still for the camera, now he’s like yeah, whatever, how’s this pose?

When we got home, the bird bath and feeder were here so we set them up all excited, put on the hockey game — yay Flyers — and kept watching out the screen door.

Lou and Georgette stopped by, but they only ate birdseed on the ground and didn’t use the feeder or swoop by for a drink at cocktail hour.

Those birds better eat and drink at Casa Slick at their newly refurbished expensive digs or I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Gary.

Steve and Eydie, however, dined at their picnic table all day.  It’s freaking hilarious.

Maybe Gary can pick them up some dinnerware next time he’s at Aldi.

Gary’s actually pissed at those two wacky squirrels, he thinks they’re scaring off the cardinals.

Oy.

I can’t believe all this drama in my little garden.  Nature is so amazing.

So this is a big week.  Biden is going to name his choice for Vice President.  I’m happy with everyone on the short list.  I admit to favoring someone but there’s no one who’s a dealbreaker.

And Trump is going to resign. I feel it. 😜

And I guess...if any Republicans want to get re-elected...this week will also bring some sort of deal on a federal unemployment stimulus package.

You realize my entire family was receiving those benefits.

My kids’ living has been ripped out from under them.

So yeah, I’m a little emotional.

That, and every day for the past month, all of my Facebook memories are Gary and me and the kids at the beach or Gary and me at concerts seeing Eric, Natalie and Julie play. Every time I see a photo my eyes tear up.

Also, seeing Julie Saturday night “live” streaming just made us miss her all the more.

Damn,  that concert though.  “The Fish” was so brilliant.

Oh to see Julie play that in
person.

This virus has taken so much.

Anyway, in better news, as long as Philadelphia doesn’t get slammed with a hurricane or anything else, Eric will be here, staying at Casa Slick, Thursday-Saturday.

Gary and I are so excited it’s almost heartbreaking.

This is when working remotely really pays off.

So, to recap:  This week will bring news of a great female Vice President, full extension of federal unemployment, Trump’s resignation, and, a couple of days with my son.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Happy Monday.
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Sunday, August 02, 2020

Day 141


Day 141, self quarantine:

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Happy Sunday, I hate Trump so much I have never meditated on someone’s “resignation” so much in my life.

I’ve got a voodoo doll and some ancient curses. He’s out of our lives soon.

If you haven’t done so recently, take a look at his Twitter feed.  It should be required reading for all Americans as a matter of national security.

He’s batshit crazy with either dementia or unchecked venereal disease, I have no idea, but it’s something pretty terrible.

He is not normal.  

Get him out of the White House before he kills us all.

God knows he’s trying.

He doesn’t acknowledge 150K dead Americans or 40 million Americans out of work.

He has NO PLAN.

$600 Federal unemployment and eviction moratoriums ended Friday.

He has NO PLAN.


Coronavirus is raging across America.



 What plan does he have?

Canceling the election.

Or so he thinks.

Meanwhile, look at his hand in this picture yesterday.

What the hell happened?

No mention of it anywhere this morning.

My God he’s hideous.

People, I’m sorry for this post but local news isn’t cutting it. You need to know what’s going on.

And for god sakes, wear a mask and self quarantine whenever possible.

I want to be able to hug my kids again.

Talk to you tomorrow when I’m not so furious.
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Saturday, August 01, 2020

Day 140


Day 140, self quarantine:

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Wow, it’s August.

I’ve now been in quarantine since March.

March, April, May, June, July, August

My god.

I don’t even discuss or worry about going back to my real office with my boss or husband anymore.

It’s never happening.  I know that now and I’m at peace with it.

Okay, well, let’s just pretend 2020 didn’t happen and we’ll reset in January, 2021.

If only all Americans could quarantine until then, we could stop the bleeding caused by the gross mismanagement of the virus earlier this year.  See:  Donald Trump.

I now call him PotusVirus on Twitter.

What a terrible, terrible man.  

One hundred fifty thousand dead Americans.

What a terrible, terrible waste of human lives.

Six months into this thing and my mind is completely boggled he’s still in the White House and not in prison.

Just incredible.

Anyhoo, enough of that.  

Guess what?

I get to see Julie today!

And so does everyone:


The live, 90 minute show begins at 6:00 p.m. eastern.

Julie will be playing her own music, plus something very special.

Think Chris Squire.

I’m unreasonably excited.

I also got an email that Eric and Dr. Dog are doing a live stream tomorrow but that can’t be right.

Because Eric told me that, assuming the Covid-19 test he took yesterday is negative, he will be in Philadelphia on Thursday and Friday on some personal business.

I know.  “If his test is negative” almost sent  me spiraling into another panic attack but not before I ran around the house excitedly yapping “Eric is coming!  Eric is coming!”

The poor dog thought I meant Eric was here now and he raced to the door, barking like a maniac.

Jake loves his kids.

Anyway, fingers crossed it happens.  Six months without seeing our son has been unbelievable  agony for Gary and me.  I don’t talk about it much here because what’s the point?  

It’s best to be positive and not waste energy lamenting things you cannot fix, right?  Right.

Hey, I always have the news on  in the background and here’s something good for a change...Pier 1 lives!

Haha yep, I loved Pier I since I was a young hippie teenager in the early seventies  looking for cool stuff for my first apartment with Gary.  They opened one of their very first stores in a strip mall in northeast Philadelphia.

Back then teenagers could afford stuff like that.

Truth:  We rented a two bedroom apartment with an in-ground swimming pool across the street from a gorgeous park for $150 a month.

All decorated with candles, posters and hookahs from Pier 1.

As Gary and I matured, so did Pier 1.  They  became a national big box store, and started selling expensive furniture and dinnerware but they kept their funky side and it’s been Gary’s go to place for gifts for me for fifty years.

I should have known how ominous 2020 would be when in December, 2019 Gary said to me, shocked, “I went to Pier 1 to get you some Christmas presents and I think they’re out of business!”

“Right before Christmas?  That’s impossible,” I said, grabbing my phone.

Omg.

Our Pier 1 in Philadelphia was closed and stores all across the country were closing.

Look, I’m old.  I don’t need any more trinkets for the house, I’m attempting to do the opposite.

But it still pained me the store was gone.

Anyway, now it’s back, someone bought them, and they’re going to have expanded online shopping.

So that makes me happy even though I will most likely never buy anything 😂

I wonder, if when all the smoke clears from this pandemic and we resume our lives, if we will see the return of mom and pop stores.

To me, that would be the best silver lining to this nightmare.

Gary and I vowed to avoid corporate big box stores whenever possible but during quarantine, it’s been rough and we haven’t been able to do it.

Oh well, we’ll keep trying.

Anyway, before I start cleaning my house and put on Season 3 of Top Chef, I want to apologize for my vegan remark yesterday.  

I aspire to be a vegan but I can’t or I guess won’t give up eggs or cheese.  Vegans have my highest respect.  My remarks yesterday were meant more as a dig to Gary who brought me home a cake with butter and sour cream and tried to pass it off as vegan when he knows better and clearly knows the difference.  In fact, because I take medication for genetic high cholesterol, Gary always buys me vegan cake because if I eat too much butter, I get sick.

Soooo....sorry if it appeared I was mocking vegans.  I knew about applesauce and mashed bananas because that’s what we use when we bake at Casa Slick 🤗

Anyway, now I’m hungry for banana bread.

Happy Saturday, everyone!

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Friday, July 31, 2020

Day 139


Day 139, self quarantine:

Friday, July 31, 2020

Woo, I am really happy to see Friday.  This was a tough week.

So yesterday Gary came home with a “vegan” cake from the farmers market and I remembered it was 
Julie’s half birthday so we celebrated with ice cream and blackberries, too, because why the hell not.

There’s quotes around vegan because that’s what Gary told me it was.

However, after one forkful...

“Mmm!  This cake is delicious! This is vegan?  It tastes like there’s a pound of butter in here.”  I looked at Gary skeptically.

“It’s vegan!  The lady I bought it from calls herself the Vegan Baker.”

I took another forkful.  Was that sour cream?  This was like the best pound cake I ever ate in my life.  No fucking way was it made with applesauce or mashed bananas or any other plant life vegans like to fantasize taste like fat.

“Where’s the wrapper?  I want to see the ingredients.”

“It’s vegan,” Gary insisted. 

“Sure it is.  Where’s the wrapper?”  I was already in the kitchen, I had it in my hands.

“Sugar...vanilla...flour...butter....sour cream.”

Haha, sour cream.  I’m good.

“Gar, the label says she’s the Vegetarian Baker.”

“Okay, sorry, I thought she said vegan.  She’s a vegetarian baker.”

Now normally I’d make a remark isn’t all cake vegetarian, but having been unwittingly poisoned by banana chocolate chip bread pudding made with bacon fat at North Third  Cafe...

Bacon fat in dessert.  Who fucking came up with that travesty.

I never really got over the trauma.

Anyway, yeah, the pound cake was beyond delicious.

And the ice cream was vegan and the blackberries organic so in the world according to Robin, that mitigated the damage of the butter and sour cream.

“I bet that means there’s no lard in her cakes,” Gary added helpfully.

“Ew, thanks, I never even considered lard.”  Yeah, yeah, I know it makes a flaky pie crust but ew, I can’t, I’ve been a vegetarian for over ten years.

Anyway, I highly recommend having cake and ice cream on a weeknight for no apparent reason though it was kinda funny that I remembered about Julie cos’ cake and ice cream will always remind me of birthday parties.

Speaking of parties, I’m throwing the biggest one in history, even if it’s just Gary and me, when that motherfucker resigns next week.

Oh, it’s happening.

We’re gonna have French fries AND pound cake.

In other news, how do you like my rainbow fork?  Gary came home from Aldi last week with an entire 40 piece service for eight. Forks, salad forks, tablespoons etc.

😂😂😂😂😂

Julie and Eric, I apologize in advance.  I promise I will prepare Codicils to our Wills so you can easily find the good stuff and just hire a few hundred people to remove everything else.

Aw, I kid.  I like the kitschy rainbow Aldi silverware.  It’s been making me smile since he brought it home.

I just know I’m weeks away from seeing an article about someone whose entire house is furnished in Aldi.

Oh god, it’s me, isn’t it.

Haha oh I’m kidding.

Anyhoo...

I’m a little giddy today.  No idea why, I just am, I guess it’s because the new bird feeder and bird bath will be here and as long as it’s not monsooning, I will be outside talking to the birds all weekend.

It could be a lot worse.

I could be Melania.

Ew, no, I could never be Melania, I’d rather be deep fried alive.

Kinda the way her husband’s been looking the last couple of days.

Woo, when caked orange clown makeup gets sweaty wet, it’s all kinds of vomitatious, huh.

Oh well.  So that’s yet another thing to be grateful for.

I am not Escort Barbie Melania.

And with that, I’m off to the paralegal gig 😜

Happy Friday!



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Thursday, July 30, 2020

Day 138


Day 138, self quarantine:

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Omg, this week isn’t over yet? 

Haha, I’m spoiled by three Fridays in a row off but this Friday is my boss’ getaway day before vacation and next Friday he’s away, so my Fridays off are on hold until my next vacation day on Friday, August 14.

After which I’m also taking Monday, August 17 off as one does on their birthday.

Oh cool I get a Zoom birthday this year.

Actually, Zoom would be more than I usually have.  Julie and Eric are always on tour during the summer.  I don’t remember the last time I had everyone here on my actual birthday.

And I’m just kidding about Zoom.  FaceTime works fine.

I’m laughing because every year for my birthday I usually buy myself something cool, usually handmade jewelry I find on Etsy and this year I’m like, jewelry, what’s that?

Etsy also sells homemade baked goods and chocolate, did you know that?

Go to Etsy and type “homemade dessert” in the search bar if you’re a freak like me and want to spend an enjoyable couple of hours.

I’m not doing it, I have Gary. 

But I get ideas from looking and all I have to do is say Strawberry mousse cups with milk chocolate and he’ll be all over it.

What’s really crazy is that despite all my talk about desserts, I notice I’m losing my sweet tooth during quarantine.  I’d rather eat spicy food and tart fruit.  Go figure.

I want French fries all the time.

Okay, that’s always been the case but still.

Let’s see, what else.

There’s a lot of bad stuff in the news today but Donald is dragging his right leg, sweating profusely, slurring his words, and making less sense than usual.

We may be getting lucky.  

Yesterday he tweeted this:

“I am happy to inform all of the people living their Suburban Lifestyle Dream that you will no longer be bothered or financially hurt by having low income housing built in your neighborhood. Your housing prices will go up based on the market, and crime will go down. I have rescinded the Obama-Biden AFFH Rule. Enjoy!”

He’s doing the White Nationalist thing in broad daylight now.

He’s a stone cold racist.

If you still support him, so are you.

In my mind, with 150K Covid deaths in this country, he’s also the worst PERSON, not just President, in American history.

Okay, just so you know where I stand on this.

Sigh.

In better news, our new bird feeder will be here today.  At first Gary got annoyed when I told him, but after despondently realizing that only Steve and Eydie were eating from his feeders the last two days...maybe because he BOUGHT squirrel feeders, Gary is now excited an award winning feeder designed for cardinals only is on its way here.

And yesterday...heart be still...I made serious progress toward Gary getting an iPhone.

“Where are you going?” he asked me frantically yesterday at 2:00 p.m.

I looked at him strangely.

“Uh...upstairs back to work? It’s 2:00.  Lunch is over.”

“Lou is here with the guys!  Can you leave your phone here so I can get some pics?”

“No, I can’t leave my phone here!  My boss texts me, my coworkers text me, and clients call me.”

“Oh.”

He looked so dejected, I went for it.

“I really don’t understand why you won’t let me get you an iPhone.  You’re a rebel without a cause.  You can’t text with the kids, you can’t take pics or record video when you walk Jake, you call me from your 15 year old flip phone and you yell at me when we can’t hear each other like it’s my fault. It’s not like you’re working anymore and your coworkers will tease you that you’re no longer a hippie because you have an iPhone...”

I looked at him hopefully.  I’ve been attempting this for how many years now?

I went in for the kill.

“You’ll be able to communicate with all the people you won’t see at music fantasy camp this summer.”

Gary blushed and gave me a sheepish half smile.

He didn’t say no.

I think this is gonna happen.

Oh man.  I had to get back to work after having two unproductive days.

I’m gonna bring it up again. This time I will talk about the safety aspect and why he needs a WORKING phone.

Also the fact he won’t have to use a 12 year old Garmin navigation system in our car, though what worries me is our Lexus has built in navigation and Gary spitefully never learned how to use that, either.

Because hippies don’t need up to date navigation systems.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Oy.  My life.

People, remember this.  The grass is never greener.

And on that note, I better get my head in gear for another super early start at work.

Rock on!
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Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Day 137

Day 137, self quarantine:

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Working in Julie’s room
Is so fun - it’s like being set down in this insanely awesome flea market.  I can’t believe she left all this cool stuff behind!



I had the feather boa the mannequin is wearing wrapped around Jake for a brief second but he immediately shook it off and shot me the look you see in the photo.


Haha the same look as when I wore the hats and danced around him.  



“What fresh hell is this?”

Sigh...I know.  I completely lost my mind yesterday.

It actually all started Monday.

I innocently went on line to fill prescriptions for my blood pressure/heart medication, just like I do every month.  I hit submit.

Five minutes later I got an email saying my prescriptions couldn’t be refilled.

Since my prescriptions are good until the end of October and I pretty much need them to live, I got a little upset.

Which isn’t good if you have high blood pressure and an irregular heartbeat and only have one pill each left and the last place you want to go during a pandemic is a hospital.

I’ll spare you the details of the massive computer glitch that said I had two different insurance coverages for prescriptions and my exasperation that I couldn’t just freaking pay cash until the insurance was resolved, although when I learned what it cost, jfc, I better never be without insurance.

Anyway, this debacle started Monday morning and didn’t get resolved until 3:30 yesterday when Gary was finally able to pick up my pills.

I kept apologizing to my boss but I was literally on the phone for two days.

By the 87th conference call with all kinds of assorted insurance  people, I cracked.

I could have started hollering and cursing and driven up my blood pressure a little more.

Instead I threw my hands up in the air, cranked up the music, and put on some hats I’d been eyeing in Julie’s room since I first set up my office in here.

What else could I do?

Haha, prior to quarantine, I was pretty vain.  The fact that I’m posting these hat pics unfiltered proves I no longer care about such mundane things as clean hair or real clothing and I have zero fucks left to give.

It’s so damn liberating I can’t even begin to tell you.

And then I went downstairs to watch my birds and omg, I can’t even believe what happened next.

Lou flew right up to our screen door, chirped really loudly, and looked in at us.

“Did you see that?” Gary gasped.

“I did!  Omg, Gary, it must be mating season!  He came looking for you!”

And then Lou came back with two friends!  Or family members, who knows, what I do know is they’re all guys, based on what Google tells me about cardinals.

Wait, three cardinals — does that mean we get 3x the luck?

Three resignations?  Alright!

I’ll take Donald, Mike Pence and Bill Barr.

Gary was pissed, the birds didn’t eat any food from the feeder but that’s because he bought the wrong one and that should be rectified today or tomorrow when evil Amazon delivers the correct one to me.

I also got us a birdbath.

Anyway, yeah, we had three cardinals in our yard at once. So why didn’t I get a pic of Lou, Ted and Murray?

Because my phone was in use, listening to BBC Scotland.

I know, right?

Eric texted me that he was just tagged in a tweet from Roddy Hart, a DJ at Radio Scotland, that he was about to play some music from Eric Slick.

I immediately went on Twitter like I wasn’t there already, found the tweet, followed the link, and listened live.

It’s so surreal that we can do things like that.

Anyway, he played Closer to Heaven!  It sounded AMAZING.  It hasn’t been played here yet so it was awesome to hear it on BBC radio...and then after the song, the DJ went on and on about Eric and Natalie, and about how Eric is the happiest drummer he ever saw play live.

And he said all this in the coolest Scottish accent.

Gary and I got all teary eyed.

How incredible that I wrapped up 24 hours of misery with something so awesome.

And that’s why I didn’t get pics of Lou, Ted or Murray yesterday.

But I will.

And I’m really grateful.  I know that I’m blessed to be able to walk away from a crap day via three cardinals in my yard and my son and daughter-in-law on BBC radio.

I mean, really.

And then Gary made breakfast for dinner and we had home fries and cinnamon toast with our eggs so, no, it doesn’t get any better.

Well, if there wasn’t a pandemic and we were on a beach somewhere with our family...

So really, the only thing that sucks is I’m currently two days behind at work.  Not good.  But I know what I have to do today, I simply need to focus and get it done.

I will.

I just can’t try on any hats today.

The trick will be to still do that mentally.

Okay then!

Carry on, my wayward ones.
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