Day 102, self quarantine:Wow, it’s Wednesday already.Time fries.So we are now at the point in the apocalypse where I want to sit out in my garden and paint rocks all day.I’m loving this space so much, I can hardly stand it. And it’s still only 85% finished.But good enough that I can sit out there with my coffee all zen. Since I can’t take a normal vacation this year, I’m going to start taking days off to enjoy the sunshine and flowers and all our hard work. Why not? I even have my own personal spa chef.I mean, seriously. Look at last night’s dinner. Who just throws together ravioli with lemon butter basil tomato sauce?Okay, I cannot tell a lie, those are Trader Joe fresh ravioli, the summer selection is lemon ricotta which are great and what we had last night, but even better are the basil sweet corn burrata, and both are under $4 a bag and are way more than enough for two people. They are but a wonderful canvas for Gary’s insane sauces. Last night he was inspired by his farmers market purchases.So yeah, Trader Joe fresh ravioli. That’s my public service announcement for the day.How about that Jonestown scene in Arizona last night? Coronavirus, if you’re listening, I have a favor to ask...No comment on that Aryan teen mourning the loss of Aunt Jemima other than you can really see the effects of forty years of defunding public education.I really hope that this country can rebuild itself in 2021, and we have a renaissance of sorts. Every historian says the same. It doesn’t matter how wealthy a country is. Wealth doesn’t enhance society. You know what does? Education. And in America, the best education is now only available to the wealthy.Enjoy your Civil War. It’s coming. I thought I’d be dead when it happened, but now I’m not so sure.It’s going to be the Haves vs the Have Nots.I’m not a conspiracy theorist. If America can’t get its act together and vote that motherfucker out of office, that’s what awaits us.I’m sorry. I shouldn’t watch the news at 5:00 a.m. It’s beyond depressing.
Evangelical Christians are a pox on our society. The stupid is just breathtaking.
I am going to go pour another cup of coffee and sit out back and meditate and listen to the birds.Peace and love.
Day 101, self quarantine:I got nothing today.I’m seriously so busy at work this week that I haven’t had time to think about much else for the last 24 hours.But I’m watching the news now about the virus and still can’t fucking believe there isn’t a federal mandate to wear masks because we have a morbidly obese hideous imbecile in orange makeup and a yak wig who’s afraid he won’t look handsome.Instead he canceled visas.I just can’t.
I just want him and his supporters to burn in whatever hell they believe in for eternity.
It’s going to happen.
So as you know, except for a heart in my mouth trip to Lowe’s, I haven’t been out and about since March 13.Gary asked me over the weekend, “Do you think it’s safe to go to Target?”God, no.“Why?”“I need shorts, lighters, summer pajama pants, blah blah blah.”“Can’t I order you stuff online?”Of course I knew the answer to that but I asked anyway.So he went to the Target in Northern Liberties which is huge for downtown and usually pretty empty early in the morning.He came back white as a ghost with a four pack of Bic lighters.“You should have seen it, Rob. It was like a scene out of Mad Max.”“What do you mean?”“The store was empty. Other than food, there was nothing on the shelves. I tried to buy sweat pants, they had two sizes, xxlarge and small. Same thing in shorts. Then I walked over to see if they had a couple of flower pots for the yard and that whole section was empty. I thought you said that Target wasn’t looted!”It wasn’t.I looked at Target Northern Liberty’s website. It showed a fully stocked store, with men’s pajamas in every size. Just for the hell of it, I clicked on them. It said they’d be ready to pick up in four hours.I tried the same thing with flower pots.Yep.Gary was having none of that.“I was just there. The store is empty.”Suddenly I had the light bulb moment.“Do you think that because of the virus, stores like Target aren’t putting out their stock on purpose because they want you to order on line?”Gary stared at me. This is his worst nightmare.“Why?”“Well, maybe they’re short staffed. Or maybe for health reasons they don’t want virus infected customers trying on clothes and touching everything.”Because that was my big worry, too. And yeah, that’s exactly what it turned out to be.I don’t know if things will change when we move to the green stage next week or if this is just a downtown Philadelphia thing but Gary was shaken all day.“What’s going to happen at Christmas?” he asked me, still wide eyed.“People will order online.”It cracks me up that he has no concept of this. I’ve been ordering his gifts online for the past twenty years.“We’re moving to Canada.”“Canadians shop online, too, Gary.”Poor Gary. When his fifteen year old flip phone finally dies, his whole world is going to be rocked.Anyhoo...That’s enough out of me today. I’m heading upstairs early to finish some projects.Behave yourselves today.Or not. 😎
