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Day 176

 

Day 176, self quarantine:

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Woo, yesterday was tough.  I can’t eat the way I used to.

Note to self:  Never again will you eat four pieces of leftover pizza at 9:00 p.m.followed by copious amounts of chocolate followed by immediately stretching out on the sofa and falling asleep.

Gary woke me at 11:00 to go to upstairs and I was so unconscious I didn’t realize I was dying yet.

Omg, I woke up at 1;30a.m.and seriously thought I was having a heart attack.  I never had indigestion like that in my life.  Somehow I crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom where I chugged Pepto Bismol right from the bottle.

Why why why do I do this to myself?  

I have to go vegan and I also have to give up refined sugar. It’s just not worth it anymore.

Anyway, I went downstairs and was literally awake all night and it wasn’t pretty.

Of course an hour in, I told myself I had Covid-19 because after I threw up for the third time I had a nasty headache but then I mentally went over everything I ate on Friday and yeah, it was more like MePig, not Covid.

I sat up all night on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and tried not to have the sad/scary thoughts as one does in the middle of the night when alone and feeling sick.

I didn’t succeed.

Every time I think I’m acing this whole pandemic thing, just give me a few hours with my thoughts when my resistance is down.  I had tears running down my face most of the night.

And then I remembered it was the anniversary of my mother’s death and I thought Oh perfect, I’m gonna die the same day as my mom (albeit many decades later).

Then I realized I wasn’t going to die because I made the mistake of looking at my work email and I’m “in trouble” for so many things there’s no way I will die a merciful death before my return on Tuesday.

Anyway, getting back to my night in hell, I couldn’t even watch my taped food shows because I was too nauseous.

It was miserable.

Gary and Jake came downstairs around 9:30 a.m. but by then I drank ginger ale, had the backdoors open, the sun was shining, and I somehow  shook it off.

I wasn’t about to ruin the last days of vacation.

I filled Gary in on my night and told him to start planning meals without dairy.

Behold the panzanella salad Gary made for dinner.

Totally decadent, zero animal products.

Avocado, corn, tomatoes, olives, sourdough bread, and dressing made of olive oil, red wine vinegar, dijon and lots of basil from Gary’s garden.

I can do this.

Hey, I’m already a long time vegetarian.

It was soooo good.

And what do you know, I woke up today feeling much better and ready for senior shopping at Trader Joe.

I just wish I could delay my return to work next week but time, and change, march on.

Especially change.

Here’s to better days for all of us.

 

   

Day 175

Day 175, self quarantine:

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Hi.  I ate wayyyy too much at Ocean City and all I want to do today is sip ginger ale and moan.

So enjoy this pic of my husband, the dog whisperer, getting accosted by one of many at Dog Beach yesterday.

Happy Saturday!

Day 174

Day 174, self quarantine:

Friday, September 4, 2020

I’ve never seen a week fly by like this in my life.  I’m grateful I saved the trip to the beach for today.

I’m hoping to be sitting in my chair looking at the ocean in a few hours, munching on cinnamon sugar donuts from Brown’s.

I really need it.

There was major awful news reported in the Atlantic about Donald last night, confirmed this morning  by both the Washington Post and New York Times, and I have been watching local Action News for an hour and there has been zero mention.

Is the television news helping to re-elect this imbecile?

It’s fucking malpractice.

This is appalling.  

Okay, I’ll do their job for them.

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2020/09/trump-americans-who-died-at-war-are-losers-and-suckers/615997/

President Trump, who never served in the military, canceled a 2018 visit to a cemetery where American troops are buried, saying: “Why should I go to that cemetery? It’s filled with losers.”

When Senator John McCain died in August 2018, Trump reportedly told his senior staff, “We’re not going to support that loser’s funeral.”

Why does Trump seem to disdain military service? “He has a lot of fear,” one officer with firsthand knowledge of Trump’s views said. “He doesn’t see the heroism in fighting.”

“The president told senior advisers that he didn’t understand why the U.S. government placed such value on finding soldiers missing in action because they had performed poorly and gotten caught and deserved what they got, according to a person familiar with the discussion.”

While Trump took great interest in staging a military parade in D.C., sources say he rejected the idea of such a parade including wounded veterans, because “nobody wants to see that.”

I can’t believe a morbidly obese senior citizen in ridiculous clown makeup and yak wig is so obsessed about appearance.

Does he not own a real mirror?

Apparently not.

Either that, or he got his hands on the mirror owned by the evil queen in Snow White.

Every morning, the Evil Queen asked the Magic Mirror the question "Mirror mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?". The mirror always replies: "My Queen, you are the fairest in the land."

Trump’s mirror needs a serious visit to Warby Parker.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Sigh...can we have one fucking day without grotesque breaking news about that dementia ridden coot?

I’m exhausted.

Of course Donald immediately denied it in his inimitable way.

“I was never a big fan of John McCain, disagreed with him on many things including ridiculous endless wars and the lack of success he had in dealing with the VA and our great Vets, but the lowering of our Nations American Flags, and the first class funeral he was given by our Country, had to be approved by me, as President, & I did so without hesitation  or complaint. Quite the contrary, I felt it was well deserved. I even sent Air Force One to bring his body, in casket, from Arizona to Washington. It was my honor to do so. Also, I never called John a loser and swear on whatever, or whoever, I was asked to swear on, that I never called our great fallen soldiers anything other than HEROES. This is more made up Fake News given by disgusting & jealous failures in a disgraceful attempt to influence the 2020 Election!”

Ugh, he is such human garbage.  I always feel like I need a shower after he speaks.

And as usual, there is concrete proof, both video and print, that he’s lying.

https://www.fitsnews.com/2015/07/18/donald-trump-john-mccain-is-a-loser/

https://youtu.be/541Cg2Jnb8s

https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2015/07/18/424169549/trump-lashes-out-at-mccain-i-like-people-who-werent-captured

Also, notice the remark at the end, “influence the 2020 election.” He’s doing his best to sow seeds of doubt about the validity of our election every time he opens his hideous mouth.

He has no intention of ever leaving the White House.

I just hope his defeat is a crushing landslide and there’s no doubt of his humiliating loss.

And then there was also this last night:

“Trump mocks Biden for wearing mask: 'Did you ever see a man that likes a mask as much as him?”

https://www.cnn.com/2020/09/03/politics/trump-biden-coronavirus-mask/index.html

Biden tore him a new asshole by responding it was Trump’s duty as President to wear a mask, what with 180,000 Americans dead and everything.

Okay, I’ve done my civic duty for the day, maybe Action News will hire me so that EVERYONE will know what the fuck that madman does and says, and why he should be removed immediately.

Cool?  Cool!

In other news, Go Flyers!

If we win Saturday night, we’re in the semifinals.

We won in double overtime last night and it was beyond exciting.

Like I always say, it’s the little things during quarantine.

Like pizza from Manco’s today.

I told Gary we’re getting three pizzas so I can eat leftovers all weekend and his response?

“Cool, let’s get four.  I want a white spinach.”

It’s nice we’re usually on the same page.

I just don’t know how we’re going to fit four pizzas in our refrigerator.

“Well, we’re gonna eat at least two before tonight,” Gary said.

Works for me.

Okay, I’m getting nervous because it’s after 6:30 a.m.and I brought Gary coffee over a half hour ago and I don’t hear any movement upstairs.

I better go check.

Happy Friday!

Day 173

Day 173, self quarantine:

Thursday, September 3, 2020

I shut off the news yesterday.

I got tired of screaming “PLEASE DIE, YOU STUPID  FUCK” at the television every five minutes.

We’re going to have a safe vaccine by November 1, 2020 really?

https://www.cnn.com/2020/09/02/health/cdc-covid-19-vaccine-distribution/index.html

And who is going to trust this rushed through, untested vaccine and take it?

Trump’s idiot antivaxxer supporters?

Educated liberals like me?

Anyone with a brain?

Yeah, good luck with that, PotusVirus.  Best to go with Plan B, tampering with the election.

Oyyyyyyyy.

Vacation continues to rush by and I can’t even begin to tell you how much I appreciate being able to do nothing but hang with Gary and Jake and the birds.

And with each passing day I realize it’s how I want to live every day until I can do things like travel again.

It’s really not bad.

In fact, it’s pretty great.

As long as I stay away from the news.

And don’t eat everything not nailed down.

I’m so doing it.

Okay, guys, it’s another abbreviated post today but it’s vacation and I’m trying to keep a clear head and think as little as possible.

We’re going to Dog Beach tomorrow, where I will break the news to Gary that we just bought a fabulous new piece of art.

We only have to drive to Princeton, NJ to pick it up.

Hahaha we have nothing but time and there’s an incredible record store in Princeton so Gary will be fine.

If they’re still in business...sigh.

Hmmm, looks like they are.  

https://scottisrecordshops.com/welcome/

Actually, that’s one of Gary’s finer points.  He always goes willingly to museums/art shows and money is never an object when it comes to supporting art.

Even if he does want me to buy furniture at Target 😂.

More on the art after we pick it up and it’s installed at Casa Slick.

I’m really excited.

So that’s it for today.  I did in fact have nothing but a smoothie and a salad yesterday and I plan on doing the same today but tomorrow at the beach, I’m celebrating the end of summer in style.

Donuts, chocolate, ice cream and pizza.

Yes I am ten years old.

And I’m never growing up.

Happy Thursday!

Day 172

Day 172, self quarantine:

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Woo, how is it Wednesday and how is my vacation half over already?

Time fries.

Especially in quarantine land.

Man, we were slugs yesterday and if we’re lucky, we’re slugging it again today.

All I can tell you is, we’re not going out.

We’re terrified of the roving gangs of anarchists because President Trump is warning they’re armed with cans of soup.

https://youtu.be/mJLXFWSuoCQ

I mean, who among us has not been threatened by minestrone?

It’s horrifying.  But hey, you can’t say our stable genius PotusVirus didn’t give us the heads up.

We don’t have any cans of soup at with which to defend ourselves at Casa Slick because Gary is a celebrity chef who cooks soup from scratch, but I went into our pantry and found cans of coconut milk and olives so I think we’re good.

Sigh...I’ve been watching our local news for the past hour and there’s zero mention about soup or that our President is insane.

Check out his high heels.  Omg, how tiny is his dick?

Please watch the video and let me know your verdict.

So this is a kinda crappy week in quarantine land, there’s clouds and rain in the forecast almost every day, but it feels really awesome to not be tethered to my computer and even better not to have to talk work so again, yep, all is well and yep... 😜

I just wish I could stop eating. We better have salad for dinner tonight.  I haven’t been on the scale for a few days but I can feel extra flesh gathering around the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms.

That Gary...

Okay, I clearly don’t have much to share today so in the words of my late mother, if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say it.

Peace out.

Day 171, self quarantine:

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

September, huh.

Yikes, if you, like Gary and me started quarantining in March, that means you have basically stayed indoors during the months of March, April, May, June, July, August and September.

Psychologically, that’s pretty intense.

I mean, there’s not many other months left.

And two of them contain huge family holidays.

How ironic that Gary hadn’t used his camera in five years when he rediscovered it during quarantine. There were some old photos still on it.

The year Eric moved to Asheville in 2014 and we did Christmas via Internet.

There’s pics of Eric unwrapping presents and holding them up on the computer screen.

Oh, how I cried that Christmas and swore I would never allow that to happen again.

Now I’m like, oh well, I guess we’re doing Thanksgiving and Christmas by Zoom this year, thanks to Donald the snake oil salesman and his new “expert,” a FOX NEWS RADIOLOGIST...RIGHT I SAID RADIOLOGIST NOT INFECTIOUS DISEASE SPECIALIST...named Dr. Scott Atlas...yes, his name is Dr. Atlas.

“Atlas, who does not have a background in infectious diseases or epidemiology, has expanded his influence inside the White House by advocating policies that appeal to Trump’s desire to move past the pandemic.”

Dr. Atlas believes in herd immunity.

Herd immunity has been proven not to work with a virus such as this.

In fact, it’s expected at least two million more of us will die in the coming months.

Yeah, that’s right.  At least two million of us.

Particularly those over sixty, those with other medical conditions, poor people and people of color, but no worries, rich young white people will die, too.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/trump-coronavirus-scott-atlas-herd-immunity/2020/08/30/925e68fe-e93b-11ea-970a-64c73a1c2392_story.html

I now expect to be quarantined through 2021.

I have no words for the people who laughed at my panic and told me my life wouldn’t change after November 8, 2016...that one man could never make a difference in my “privileged” life.

Actually, I do have words.

Go fuck yourselves hard.

Okay, I feel better now.

Anyway, since we’re all gonna die, we keep looking for the bright spots here at Casa Slick.

So yesterday, when we drove to Home Depot and had the radio on in the car, I said to Gary, “Wouldn’t it be cool if Eric’s song came on WXPN and I could take a pic of the dashboard screen with his name?”

Gary, to his credit, didn’t call me a dork.

In fact, when we were back home and listening to the radio later in the afternoon and Eric’s song did come on, Gary grabbed his car keys.

“C’mon, Rob!  Let’s go!”

“Wut?  Where are we going?”

I was stretched out on the sofa in pajamas and bare feet, checking out these really cool Frida Kahlo benches on my phone.

“You said you want to take a pic of Eric’s song on the radio! Hurry up!”

“But it’s pouring rain outside!”

Gary was already out the door, but I was the one with the camera so I raced after him and ew, I stepped in a puddle and soaked my bare feet and the hems of my pajama bottoms not to mention fucked up my freshly washed hair so yep we’re both insane but we ran across the street through the raindrops and sat in the car giggling like two teenagers and yep we got our pics and the rest of the day rocked hard.

So that was yesterday.

I’m not sure what we’re doing today, oh wait, yes I am, we’re staying home, and I guess the only question is, will I ask Gary to bag up some of his clothes for charity or will I ask him to make sweet almond biscuits?

Three guesses.

Hey, at least I don’t have to sit in a cave somewhere meditating on what will make me happy.

It’s one of the few perks of old age.

And with that, I’m outta here.

Rock on!

Day 170

Day 170, self quarantine:

Monday, August 31, 2020

Welp, there goes August.

So no Dog Beach today, the weather isn’t that great, we have other stuff on our plate, and I would rather save the beach for later in the week so we have something to look forward to.

Here’s the obligatory pic of Jake and me right now, having just shopped at Home Depot this morning.

I think I have 25 of these, from each week of quarantine.

Yikes.

Gary didn’t want to have his picture taken.  He’s in shock he’s up and out this early.

Yes, I know Home Depot is evil but we had an emergency and no other choice.

Nothing drastic, just a doorknob issue, but we kinda have to be able to lock and unlock the front door.

Haha, happy vacation.

Nah, I’m chill.  We’re really enjoying ourselves so far.

I like waking up with no responsibilities.

Scratch that.  I love it.

It’s still hard for me to believe I could officially actually live this way all the time.

I just wish people would stop posting those “Social Security will be out of money by 2023” stories.

Woo, anyway, retirement has sure sunk in with Gary!  He’s loving life right now.

Even though he’s awake five hours early and has to go home and fuck with the front door.

Poor Gary.  Now that I’m home 24/7, I’m noticing everything.

Like we really need to paint the trim around said door.

Oh, well.  We have nothing but time these days.

But in the grand scheme of the tragedies taking place in this country hourly, who the fuck cares about painting door trim.

If I am putting Gary to work, I’d rather have a gourmet meal.

So what else.

I’m not talking about Donald today, the trip to Home Depot was brutal enough.

I got triggered by something again last night and almost tumbled into deep, dark depression.

Somehow I shook myself out of it.

None of us are guaranteed any time other than the very second we’re living in.  I could be dead and gone a second later.

Especially as a post menopausal woman my age.

So what’s the point of being angry or sad?

What is gained from that?

Do I really want my last words to be, “Fuck you, scumbag Donald Trump (or whoever/whatever),” as I’m clutching my chest and falling to the ground dead?

I’m working on this, people.

It’s really hard not being sad and angry right now.  We’ve lost so much.

On the other hand, if we’re paying attention, we’ve gained a lot, too.

For Gary and me, it might be the gift of patience and really listening, both to each other and something as simple as chirping birds.

Right, I’ll trade you patience for live music and listening for living closer to my kids and being a physical part of their lives.

Sigh...okay, enough.

Gary just reminded me we’re very close to the good cinnamon sugar soft pretzel place so maybe we can salvage this trip after all.

I’m on vacation, I’m good.

Ooh, and Gary is making a whole roast stuffed cauliflower with feta and honey for dinner tonight.

It’s not a bad day after all.

Happy Monday!

Day 169

Day 169, self quarantine:

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Morning!  I slept in today!  

Since that never happens, can someone confirm I’m still alive?

Oh, I’m kidding.

So yeah, we overslept, and we had to hightail it out of here for senior shopping hour.

That feeling when you live with someone for over forty years and you realize you got dressed to go out shopping wearing the exact same outfit.

We both broke out hysterically laughing when we saw each other this morning.

I mean, I had to take a selfie or it didn’t happen, right?

Granted, I bagged up 90% of my clothes for donation yesterday, but I left myself about 25 different black t-shirts.

Gary, on the other hand, has so many t- shirts he has two six drawer dressers full.

So that’s pretty crazy.

And if that wasn’t weird enough, I woke up this morning singing Natalie’s song, “Lost.”

Gary heard me.

Julian Booker just played it on WXPN and Gary looked at me, stunned.

“Did you request that?”

I returned his shocked expression.

Nope.  They don’t take requests on Sleepy Hollow.  

Soooo, same shirts and some music synchronicity.  I should buy a lottery ticket, huh.

I told you I’m witchy like that.

I still believe Donald isn’t going to be the candidate November 3.

I was all kinds of depressed and scared last week and thought we’re stuck with him forever but in the light of day, relaxed on vacation, I realize Donald is in big trouble.

He’s not well physically.

See pics underneath, which are from the last few days.

Keep your eye on Portland and Kenosha.  This is going to backfire on him bigly.

Especially Portland.  This story is still developing, but PotusVirus may be an accomplice to murder again.

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/30/us/portland-trump-rally-shooting.html

The destruction of the United States Post Office isn’t helping him, either.

Michael Cohen’s book is out September 8.

So is the book from Melania’s former assistant.

She said Melania refused to use her bathroom in the White House until it was completely remodeled because Michelle Obama used it.

Racist much, Melanoma?

Omg these people are inconceivable human garbage.

But let’s recap.

Donald almost fell down the steps the other night, is slurring, and is making zero sense when he speaks.

From his speech Friday:

“Protests my ass.  I don’t talk about my ass.”

Protests sounded more like “protestchs.”

I’m not a doctor, but doctors on Twitter are screaming he has frontotemporal dementia and needs a neurological workup immediately.

I just think he’s a severely mentally ill imbecile and has the health one would expect of a morbidly obese old man with an unhealthy diet and anger management issues.

I repeat:  He won’t be on the ballot November 3.

Everyone feel better?

I know I do!

So Gary and I have no plans for today other than watching the birds and eating tomato sandwiches and french fries but it’s so unbelievably gorgeous out today I intend to plant myself in a chair out back for a couple hours and soak up some sun.

We planned on going to Dog Beach tomorrow but I’m reading conflicting weather reports so we’ll see.

We’ll get there at some point this week.

In the meantime, we intend to enjoy today.

In the words of the late Bill Withers, “And I know it’s gonna be a lovely day.”

Have fun.