Day 120

Day 120, self quarantine:

How is it Sunday already? How is my three day weekend going so fast?

Good thing I have another one coming up this week.

So yeah, everything is horrible.

There’s 1,000 new cases in PA this morning.

And the press is falling all over themselves because the orange turd finally wore a mask yesterday.

He wore it to a fucking hospital so HE wouldn’t get sick, following a night where he made the extremely unfortunate choice to commute the prison sentence of a fellow criminal pal who threatened to flip on him IN BROAD DAYLIGHT if he didn’t, AND HE NEEDED A FUCKING PHOTO OP.

Even the Washington Post bought in.

I’m so disgusted this morning.

I want out of this country but guess what, it’s too late, everyone has closed their borders to us.

We’re stuck here with a raging madman who doesn’t care if we die.

As Julie remarked yesterday, we’re lepers.  

Donald Trump has turned the United States of America into a leper colony.

Think about it.

Look at him in that mask.  

He looks like an angry top forced to be a bottom.

Or a mental patient.

Okay, I’m done.

Seriously.

So what’s everyone doing today?

I am about to wake Gary for our bimonthly in and out at Trader Joe.

We’re in the mood for a decadent brunch today and inspired by a friend who asked for fresh spinach recipes, we’re having soft scrambled eggs with spinach and cheese stirred in.

One of my favorite meals.

“Ooh, can you make biscuits, too?” I asked my personal chef.

“I thought that was a given,” Gary said.  “What kind do you want?  Sweet almond, cheddar pepper, or original plain?”

What, I can’t have all three?

I’m going for sweet almond.  I love the mix of salty and sweet when I eat.

Wah!  Whenever Julie and I went out to brunch, one of us would get a salty dish and the other something like over the top  pancakes and we’d split both.

Memories.

Brunch at Parc with both kids comes to mind.

https://parc-restaurant.com/menus/brunch/

Oy.  Why am I doing this to myself?

Okay, I’ll stop.

Hey, but if this journal is to reflect what’s going on during the pandemic, I have to be honest.

And Gary can duplicate anything on Parc’s menu while I FaceTime with the kids if I’m that desperate.

I’m not.

Okay, I’m going to get dressed for my big car ride to Trader Joe’s.  

I really have nothing else to say except:

May your Sunday be peaceful and filled with happiness.

Day 119

Day 119, self quarantine:

Happy Saturday!

Today is music day at Casa Slick.  I have it in my head that Eric’s song is going to get a little special attention on the radio this morning so we’ll see if I’m right.

Oh man, Natalie and Eric’s concert broadcast last night was so much fun! Hopefully they’ll put it on line and yeah, Gary and I were watching and saw ourselves several times and Julie was watching from Seattle, too.

I miss my family so much.

I miss live music so much.

And speaking of music, if you tuned in to see Natalie last night, hopefully you also got to see Kingfish Ingram, who was broadcast first.

Oh my fucking god.

https://youtu.be/k3nOV7mBC3k

It’s as if B.B. King and Jimi Hendrix had a love child.

I never heard of him until last night and I just went down quite the rabbit hole on You Tube.  His version of Purple Rain is extraordinary.  

Time to buy some new music.

So I’ve been working on my “perfect song” playlist and Gary wants in on it.  Even though our taste is almost the same, nope, it’s not.  We love prog, blues and rock, but Gary likes stuff like AC/DC where, as you know, I go the other way with Miley Cyrus and even folk music.

Okay, yeah, it’s true, I fucking love folk music.

Don’t tell Gary.

Haha he knows.  I think he likes it, too, but he’s never going to put on a Tom Rush record when he’s listening to music.

I fucking love Tom Rush.

I’m listening to his cover of Joni Mitchell’s Urge for Going right now.  If that doesn’t bring you to your knees, I’m sorry.

Urge for Going is a perfect song.

So now we’re preparing dueling lists.  Mine is finished...I think...and I will get Gary to give me his this weekend.  I’m curious to see if we have any the same.

Yes, we are music nerds.  I’m going to post our lists so you will be suffering along 😎

In other news, I’m too disgusted and furious to say anything about the criminal squatting in the White House other than I hope a lifetime of eating gross, greasy food catches up with him in the bigliest way possible.

Today, please.

Make it painful.

And double it for his supporters.  Triple the agony if they’re fans of Rand Paul, Lindsey Graham, Mitch McConnell, or that tool, Matt Gaetz.

All of you burn in hell, but wait, not before suffering debilitating strokes which leave you drooling and pooping in your wheelchairs.

We’re running out of time if we want to save our democracy from a transatlantic kleptocracy.

Read, people.  Educate yourselves.  Fox News isn’t real.  Rush Limbaugh is a racist pig.  I’d say take action but I don’t know what the fuck to do.  I’m throwing money at some Democratic candidates but at this point I think I would rather spend money on some new original art for my walls.

Any of you selling your work? Email me.  I’m interested.

So I think that’s it for today. My day off yesterday was so enjoyable I could definitely get used to more days off...like permanently.  It was dark and stormy and it was a great day to be indoors.

As if we can go anywhere else.

Oy, what a mess.

Oh well.  As always, let’s make the best of it.  Here’s to a day of good health, good music, and good food.

Hey, everyone should be able to manage at least one of those, right?

Enjoy.