Dear Mrs. Slick

 

Dear Ms. Slick:    Thank you for taking the time to contact me about the integrity of our democracy and the attack on the United States Capitol Building. I appreciate hearing from you.   On January 6, domestic terrorists, inspired, encouraged and emboldened by President Donald Trump, attacked the U.S. Capitol Building in an effort to prevent the certification of the election of Joe Biden as President of the United States.   While shocking, these events were entirely foreseeable. They were the direct result of President Trump's lies about the integrity of our most recent election, and his frequent incitements of insurrection. For weeks, the President has lied about his decisive defeat, promoting wild conspiracy theories about unsubstantiated fraud and encouraging this insurrection-but he didn't do it alone. President Trump was aided and abetted every step of the way by a multitude of members in both the House and Senate who, after four years of enabling his authoritarian tendencies, sought to invalidate the will of the very people they serve when Congress convened to count the states' electoral votes for the 2020 general election. These members of Congress, along with President Trump, share responsibility for this direct assault on our democracy and on our Nation's CapitolBuilding. Their collective actions and words put lives at risk and struck at the heart of our most fundamental democratic principles.   President Trump is a threat to our domestic and national security. It is self-evident that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office. I have called on Vice President Pence to invoke the 25th Amendment and begin the process of removing the powers of the presidency from Donald Trump. This is the quickest way to protect our domestic and national security in his remaining days of power   There can be no justice without accountability for those involved in the insurrection against the federal government. As a Nation, we cannot advance our shared democratic values without consequences for those who have betrayed those values. Those who stormed the Capitol should face charges. President Trump should be impeached and removed from office because he betrayed his oath to the Constitution and incited a mob to violence. There should also be accountability for those members of Congress who led the effort to overthrow a democratic election. If they refuse to resign their office, then Congress should begin to explore censure or expulsion. Failing to hold those responsible for the insurrection accountable would be a profound injustice and give a green light to future authoritarians.   I am saddened to hear about the deaths of Officers Brian Sicknickand Howard Liebengood. Officer Sicknick lost his life after protecting the Capitol, members of Congress and those who work in the building. Officer Liebengood was also on duty when armed terrorists stormed the Capitol last week and was part of the force protecting the building and the people in it. I mourn their deaths and am praying for their loved ones and their fellow officers, who have faced immense tragedy and loss in such a short period.   Again, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. For more information on this or other issues, I encourage you to visit my website, http://casey.senate.gov . I hope you will find this online office a comprehensive resource to stay up-to-date on my work in Washington, request assistance from my office or share with me your thoughts on the issues that matter most to you and to Pennsylvania.    Sincerely,  Bob Casey  United States Senator

Pack your bags, Donald

 

Day 276

 

Day 276, self quarantine:

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Had she lived, today my mom would have been 91.

Alas, she didn’t even live to see 50.

We’re also officially into month 10 of quarantine.  If you got pregnant at the beginning of the pandemic, you have a baby now.

I hope if you did, you named it Apocalypse.

Har har.

Today’s photo, my Facebook memory from 2010, broke me.

It’s cookies I baked with Julie at her Philadelphia apartment, less than a mile from Casa Slick.

I used to complain she lived “too far.”

Ha ha ha.

These are the only cookies Gary doesn’t bake.  They’re my recipe, and when the kids were little, we named them “Jems” for Julie Eric Mom Slick.

Anyway, no cookies this year, either.

What’s the point?

I can’t even believe I am saying this, but in the last couple of months, something major has changed with me.

I’ve stopped liking sweet, sugary food.

Even chocolate.

People, there’s still a full bowl of Halloween candy here.

I gotta be honest, last month I actually wondered if I had Covid.

That’s how little the idea of dessert appeals to me.

Conversely, I’ve been craving hot, spicy, peppery foods or anything with vinegar or a wine sauce.

I am what I eat?

I guess so.

Then why are my jeans tight, dammit?!

Inquiring minds...

So Joe is now officially president?

Don’t count on it yet.

Bill Barr didn’t resign for no reason.

You can be sure something gross and disgusting is coming and pardons are the least of our worries.

But don’t listen to me, I’m a hysterical senior just trying to stay alive and keep her husband alive while we impatiently wait to see our family again sometime next year.

What do I know?

Apparently not much.

Ugh, I was hoping my mood would improve as I wrote this but apparently not.

Although...

Philadelphia has a pretty good chance of getting socked with a snowstorm tomorrow.

Our house is loaded with food and water.

The dog absolutely adores the snow and watching him play in it is everything.

And Gary and I don’t have to be anywhere, so...

Tomorrow should be a much better day.

One hopes.

Happy Tuesday.

Day 274

Day 274, self quarantine:

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Gary made sweet potato black bean enchiladas for dinner last night and they may be the best enchiladas I’ve ever eaten.

So that was awesome.

Other than that, I’m completely disgusted by Donald and his white supremacist supporters and wish I could put my house up for sale and leave America.

We’re broken and the people in this country are beyond ignorant and embracing anti-intellectualism and racism.

It’s gross.

While I am no longer terrified Donald will have a successful coup, I remain terrified that he’s already incited his idiot voters to more violence and the next six weeks are going to be hell.

I hope I’m wrong.

Anyway, Merry Christmas.  I’ve somehow finished shopping, I’ve completely lost track of what I bought, and in any other year, there would be a hundred gaily wrapped presents under our tree.

I kept lists for Gary and the kids, making sure I spent equal amounts on everyone.  I wrapped packages in different paper for each recipient.  I kept careful records of tracking and held on to gift receipts in an organized folder.

This year?

Hahahaha.

The only way I know it’s Christmas is my bank account is a couple thousand dollars lighter.

I feel bad for Gary, who has never shopped online and is incapable/unwilling to learn.  Actually, I feel worse for me, I’m the one who won’t have presents 😂😂😂

Nah, I made it easy for him, I told him I want a television for my office/Julie’s room and since I refuse to let him go to a physical store, I pulled up televisions on my phone and let him think he picked one out :)

Oy, 2020.  You’re killing me.

Actually, I apologize for that remark.  It’s not even a little funny.

At least there’s light at the end of the tunnel. People my age should be vaccinated by spring.  

Ask me how fast I am jumping on a plane to see my kids once we’re all vaccinated...

Though Gary keeps talking camper rental and open ended cross country trip in 2021.

Maybe even catching some of the kids’ concerts since THEY WILL BE ABLE TO TOUR!

Hell, why not?

We’ll have nothing but time, us old retired folk.

All we have to do is stay healthy between now and then.

We’re doing our best but...

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hahaha like I really pray.

Oh well.

Happy Sunday!

 

Day 268

 

Day 268, self quarantine:

Monday, December 7, 2020

“It remains a true outrage that no major newspaper or cable news outlet has officially called for Donald Trump to resign.

Why is everybody so cowed by this con man president?” Charles Johnson.

281,000 American deaths.

And this is what Donald tweeted yesterday, which has been his ONLY focus since 11/3/20.

“NO WAY WE LOST THIS ELECTION.”

He’s so severely mentally ill it’s unbearable.

He’s an accomplice to the deaths of 281,000 Americans.

And if you voted for him, so are you.

44 more days.

We hope.

God bless America.

Happy Monday.

Day 267

 

Day 267, self quarantine:

Sunday, December 6, 2020

Only 45 more days of 45.

Happy Sunday!

Day 266

 Day 266, self quarantine:

Saturday, December 5, 2020

I’m not going to lie.  I’m still hysterical...the bad hysterical, not the good kind...over both Donald and the virus.

I’m not sharing my thoughts about either today, I don’t want sympathy or any “don’t do that to yourself.”  I am who I am, and I’m not going to change.

At least in that regard.

I’m just telling you where my head is and my opinions and feelings aren’t likely to be any different until Donald is gone, the vaccine distributed, and it’s safe to go out again.

Did you guys see this obituary?  

https://priceandsons.com/tribute/details/2456/Marvin-Farr/obituary.html

The late Dr. Farr’s son, who wrote it, says it all.

So I will pop on and write when I’m motivated, otherwise I’m staying away from the news most of the day and just hanging out with Gary and Jake, listening to music.

As for right now, oh my god, Gary is such an unbelievable slob I’m staring at our pretty living room in shock.

Explain to me how someone who is quarantined has four different pair of sneakers in the middle of the floor.

Or $10 worth of change and 87 bags of tobacco on the dining room table.

I’m gonna kill him!

Actually...

No, I’m not.

Huh.  Apparently I have changed.

The old me really would be in a blind rage over this mess.

Now I’m like, “what if he gets the virus? What if I lose him? Am I really getting upset over shoes and a messy room I can clean and make beautiful again in under an hour when, knock wood, Gary and I are healthy and somehow getting through this thing alone together?”

Woo, that’s a bigger attitude adjustment than I thought.

Anyway, so that’s my headspace these days.

Is it too early for wine?

I say Maybe not!

Happy Saturday.

Day 264

 

Day 264, self quarantine:

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Violets are blue 
Roses are red 
I wake up every morning 
Hoping he’s dead.

Is he?  

Sigh...

I have nothing nice to say today so I am going upstairs early to attack a scary work load.

Except...

Just 58 more days until he’s gone.

Happy Thursday.

Day 263

 

Day 263, self quarantine:

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Okay, I am less stressed out today. 

I apologize for yesterday.  I had a lot on my mind and a to do list which seemed daunting after a very relaxing four days off and chilling with Gary.

And I admit it, Donald triggers me.  

I know why, too.

My late father was a narcissist with a persecution complex. Always the victim.  

So when Donald starts with all that paranoid me, me, me stuff and negativity, I’m 12 years old again, shaking and crying and wondering what I did wrong now.

So yeah, I’ve been triggered and stressed for the last four years and I just want it to end.

Anyway, oddly enough, I work best when I am stressed with deadlines, don’t ask me why.

I completed the first of three projects I have to do by the end of the month and, omg, I finally got my paperwork straightened out to leave the office health insurance plan for gasp...Medicare.

Yeah, the future beckons.

Explain to me how normal people understand this stuff, though.  I’m pretty smart and I couldn’t do it on my own, I broke down and called someone.

Ugh, the stuff of nightmares.

I just want to make sure Gary and I are covered yet not breaking the budget.

So in the end, the understanding part wasn’t too terrible.

But then began the paperwork...

Anyway, I did it.  Gary and I will be official Medicare recipients by January 1.

Unless I fucked something up, in which case it will be February 1.

Just in time to hop in that camper to see the kids 😜

Assuming the pandemic hasn’t closed the country.

Oy.  I don’t see how we’re not going to have a lockdown but what do I know. 

Apparently just enough to get by.

So how is everyone doing with holiday shopping?

My friend/coworker and I came up with the world’s greatest idea for a gift.  At first we were brainstorming for our boss, but then I realized it’s perfect for a lot of people in my life so I can’t say what it is yet but I’m smiling big time.

Hey, sending presents directly to the kids’ houses after checking off the “gift wrap” option isn’t too terrible, either.

I do not enjoy wrapping stuff.

Sigh...just trying to look for that silver lining.

Since we’re talking about presents, is there anyone reading this who would want The Mirror?

https://www.mirror.co/

I saw the commercial for this thing and thought it was a Saturday Night Live skit.

Seriously.  This would be my worst nightmare.  It would be like being trapped in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

A fucking mirror that watches you “exercise“ and talks to you.

This will be waiting for me in hell when I die, with a soundtrack by U2.  Count on it.

Nah, there’s no such thing as hell, though we just came pretty close, huh.

Anyway, if it’s December 2, that means there’s only 49 more days of Donald.

Everyone celebrate!

Happy Wednesday.

Day 262

 
Day 262, self quarantine:

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

So cool, cool, Donald and his family are still saying he won the election because I guess everything really is opposite in 2020.

Whatever, dude.

I can’t wrap my brain around a lot of things.

Like the virus.  I’m getting more terrified by the minute.

Like nine people I knew closely got it and died.

Nine.  All were my age except two.  And one of the two was 43.

How the hell do I know nine people...nine people...who died in the course of nine months?

Like, this is month nine of quarantine and Christmas is in three and a half weeks and I don’t even care.

I really feel changed on so many levels, it’s going to be an effort to do anything shallow.

On the other hand, everyone loves presents and this has been such a miserable year so I am gonna force myself to get into it and I bet my mood will improve.

I guess.

I’m gonna be honest, the Donald thing is getting to me.  He’s just so toxic, and so are his base, that I’m angry and exhausted.

This is outrageous.

Why can’t he just concede?

HE LOST.

L O S T.

He lost.

Gah, okay, I’ll stop.

I probably should have taken a longer journal vacation, huh, because all I want to do is scream for paragraphs how much I hate him, his family, and anyone who voted for him and the many, many reasons why.

But I won’t.

I’m just so pissed, though.

And I’m not afraid to say it.

Jesus, I hate stupid people.  Why are people so STUPID?

I really hope this is over in 50 days.

And on that note, it’s off to paralegal world.

I feel better now though.

Happy Tuesday.