Day 84

Day 84, self quarantine 

Yay, it’s finally Saturday.

I’m worried.

Please please please if you are protesting today, be careful.

Trump is itching to let “his” military loose with a big I TOLD YOU SO.  His supporters may try and lend him a hand.

Omg some are not even real military.  They’re mercenaries in unmarked uniforms.  Trump’s thugs.

The protest in Philadelphia, expected to draw thousands, is blocks from my house.  I have faith it will be peaceful.  If I weren’t *cough* a senior and terrified of coronavirus, I’d be marching.

Again, I think the protestors intend to be peaceful in Washington, DC.  It’s Trump’s pals who have me scared.

Okay, let me follow my own advice and live one minute at a time and not worry about something I can’t control.

In lighter news...

I got this text yesterday, which is today’s photo.

IT’S FROM MY HAIR STYLIST.

Thank fucking God.

Haha, too cool, my hair guy is young and hip, his clients are young and hip, but look who got his first appointment?

That’s right, people.  This old broad.  I still got it.

I don’t even know what “it” is.

I used to be with ‘it’ but then they changed what “it” was.  Now what I’m with isn’t ”it” anymore and what’s “it” seems weird and scary.  It’ll happen to you!

Haha, that’s a classic Grandpa Simpson quote.  It’s one of my favorites along with “Going cold turkey isn’t as delicious as it sounds.”

So with the protest so close to home, our plan to venture out shopping  today was thwarted and I now have a wait and see attitude about the beach Sunday.  My big fear is coming home exhausted with the dog in the car and having the streets blocked off like last week and it would be a nightmare trying to reach our house.  The gridlock that occurs here normally is breathtaking.

I’m so nutz I would drive down at 5:00 a.m. and head home by noon but there’s no way in hell I could get Gary out of bed that early so that’s not an option.

Sigh...

Oh well.  I thought it was supposed to be rainy, I just learned it’s not, so if you’re looking for me, I will be out in my garden cleaning up one final corner and plotting out what and  where we are planting and putting the new chairs and table I was hoping to buy today.

There’s those goals again.

Also, try not to die of jealousy but Gary is making macaroni and cheese and cornbread from scratch for dinner tonight.

I’m going to be dreaming about it all day.

I told you goals  are everything.

Maybe I will paint some rocks today and make them political.

I’ll start with a pussy behind a fence.

Hey, it’s the apocalypse garden!

Peace out and stay safe today, fellow apocalypse dudes.

You matter.

Day 83

Day 83, self quarantine 

Yay, it’s Friday!

I love Fridays.  They’re so full of chill and hope.

And pizza.  

Though I think I am blowing off our usual pizza night tonight because I really may finally make it down to the beach on Sunday.  I haven’t told Gary yet but I’m the Slick social director since Julie moved out so he’ll go along with the plan.

Plus I’ve had him working in the yard every weekend since April.  He could use a peaceful morning lounging by the ocean.

I could use a breakfast of cinnamon sugar cake donuts and a lunch and dinner of Manco and Manco’s pizza.

Jake could use a run on the beach.

I could use that, too.

Okay, we’re going!

I wish the kids were here but it’ll happen.

So this is a week I am happy to put behind me.  I struggled at work, I struggled with the news, and I guess I am never going to stop struggling to understand why people support Donald.  A bigger pussy/imbecile does not exist.

People, he’s a morbidly obese buffoon in a ridiculous wig and makeup and an international laughingstock.

HE IS A MURDERER AND IF YOU SUPPORT HIM THAT MEANS YOU SUPPORT DEATH AND DESTRUCTION.

Jfc, if you’re that stupid, just go away.

Sigh...

Oh, one good thing, I told my boss again where I stand on coming back and he reassured me I can continue working remotely.

I actually started celebrating the weekend last night because yes, Gary made hand cut french fries, I scored my first heirloom tomato of the season and some sesame seed brioche buns, and that dinner was just what I needed.

Well, that and a hug.

I know how to live.

So this weekend I also hope to work in the yard and maybe start the great rock painting experiment.  We’ll see how that goes.  I may want to completely finish the yard before I do the fun stuff like rock painting  because I never finish projects and neither does Gary and this time I’m determined and so is he but we both stray easily so I’m afraid to do anything else.

Oh great, now I’m talking myself out of the beach.

Nah.

Meanwhile, I can’t believe it’s June and we haven’t made any vacation plans.  Since Gary has no plans this summer at all, I’ve been idly playing around with the idea of RV rental.

I know, I can’t believe it, either.

No worries, we’ll never do it.

But geez, Gary’s retired, I have three weeks vacation, and we’re not going to go anywhere, really?

Haha, sounds like us.  We better make that backyard ultra cool, it’s going to have to double as Tuscany.

(I’ll go to Tuscany later after there’s a vaccination)

So I guess that’s it for today but after the week I had, I’ll take “slightly boring.”

Later, apocalypse dudes.