Saturday, July 18, 2020

Day 126


Day 126, self quarantine:

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Ah, Saturday.  Gary has some of his sports back - I’m pretty sure today involves both soccer and auto racing - but I don’t care, I’m going to chill regardless.

So as you can see, I moved Flo and Eddie out in the garden and of course they look awesome.  (Flo is the flamingo and Eddie is the peacock, duh)

They make me smile every time I look out there.

I’m not smiling about what’s going on in Portland.

Secret police really?

That may be the scariest thing in that monster’s presidency yet and that’s really saying something.

I’m exhausted already looking at the news this morning.

It must be nice to be a person who doesn’t watch or read the news and can bury their heads in the sand and act like nothing terrible is happening.

I’ll fill you in.  Deaths from coronavirus in America are spiraling out of control.  Trump has ordered hospitals to send the data to him, not the Center for Disease Control.

Do you know what that means in the simplest of terms?

He either lies and tells us the virus has been contained, or lies and says it’s so bad, he has to institute marshal law.

A few hours ago, he confirmed he’s not going to issue a national mask mandate.


But by all means, protect statues, Donald.

Also in the news today, civil rights activist Rep. John Lewis has died.

“Be hopeful, be optimistic. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble. We will find a way to make a way out of no way.”
-John Lewis

Oh that our government was made up of similar humans.

I’m already bracing for Trump’s insincere tweet.

If he even mentions it.

Oh my god, how did the most awful person in the world become our President?

It’s a rhetorical question.  I know how.  Cheating and racism that is the ugly underbelly of America.

The sun’s shining pretty brightly on that ugly underbelly now, huh.

It’s even more hideous in broad daylight.

Oy, sorry, I am just so sad and furious.

Have I mentioned I miss my kids?

But I just read something terrible from Bob Lefsetz.  A friend of his, who I’m going to assume is close to my age, is in hospice.  He quarantined and did everything right, until recently.

His granddaughter came for a visit after visiting friends in a distant state, and she brought him back the virus and now he’s dying.


Can you imagine the horror his granddaughter will live with for the rest of her life?

I’m sitting here crying all over again.

No way am I doing that to my kids.  Guys, I miss you so much my heart hurts but even if it means the holidays via Zoom, we’re staying quarantined until this is over.

Oh god.

I’m trying to think of something funny to change the tone of this post but I got nothing.

Except please stay safe and hug your loved ones if you’re lucky enough to be quarantined together.

Peace out.
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Friday, July 17, 2020

Day 125


Day 125, self quarantine:

Friday, July 17, 2020

Morning!  I will try not to gloat that I’m off from work today.

So last night Gary said to me, “You’re gonna love dinner tonight.”

“What do you mean?” 

Nooooo, I was really looking forward to what I thought we were having, leftover angel hair pasta with Gary’s famous fresh roasted tomato sauce.

In fact, I was looking forward to it all day.  He promised a side of spinach and some old school garlic bread.

“We only had a half a box of angel hair the other night and we ate it all.  We had a bag of shells from DiBruno’s, fresh ricotta and some leftover grilled portobellos which I mixed with the spinach.  I made you some stuffed shells with roasted tomato sauce and I topped it with fresh mozzarella.”

Oh.  I guess I could eat that.

Ooh ooh.  And he did make garlic bread.

He took it out of the oven.

“Oh my lord, it looks amazing,” I groaned.  “Wait, where’d we get that casserole dish?”

“We’ve had it for years,” he said.  “I took it from my mom’s house after she died.  You never noticed?”

“Gary.”

“What?  What’s wrong?”

Omg, I had just read about this.

I pulled it up on my screen and wordlessly handed him my phone.

“$2,000?!  What?!”

“Yep.  People go nuts collecting this stuff.  It was on Antiques Roadshow.”

Haha, you should have seen how carefully he ladled out dinner.

And we’ve got the glass lid, too, and it’s also in perfect condition.

Julie and Eric, this is why you do want our things after all and shouldn’t just throw stuff out when we’re gone though I’m gonna haunt you both and won’t let you.

There’s a lot of crazy stuff like that in Casa Slick.

Oy, I just realized I’ll never get Gary to do Swedish Death Cleaning now.

Kids, I tried.  I’m apologizing in advance.

So the headline at CNN this morning is Trump’s Refusal to Lead is Making the Pandemic Worse.


Ya think?

He’d rather talk about dishwashers.

As if he ever loaded and ran one in his life.

It’s almost as funny as when he tries to talk about religion and says “God bless.”

Actually that’s not funny, it’s grotesque.

Oy, enough of that.  Thinking of him at 6:00 a.m. makes me instantly nauseous.  That’s his one superpower - the ability to make me projectile vomit at the sight or sound of him.

His supporters have that superpower, too.

So what’s everyone doing this weekend as if we can do anything safely.  Our weekend is food centric as always, Gary bought such gorgeous vegetables at the farmer’s market, the first words out of his mouth when he walked in the door with his overflowing shopping bag were, “I’m making vegetable fried rice tomorrow.”

Naturally at 10:00 p.m. last night I got a text from Julie.

“Making fried rice tonight!”

Because of course.

Gary doesn’t like admitting it because he’s head chef around here, but the Slick family fried rice recipe comes from Julie and there isn’t a restaurant in the world that makes it better.

So that’s my weekend plan though I’ve been lamenting missing National French Fry Day this week and I suspect I will find a way to remedy that, probably tomorrow.

Ew! Ew!  Those Trump commercials airing at dawn in Philadelphia are grossing me out.  I just saw one where the radical liberals (me, I guess) are going to burn down our cities all across the U. S.

Yes, we’re going to attack other Americans with our sushi making kits and yoga mats.

Jesus fucking Christ.

And on that note, I’m shutting off the television and putting on the radio in hopes of hearing Eric’s song.

Eric is getting amazing reviews, by the way.


Finally, this is the weekend Zappa fans from all over the world to attend a live music festival celebrating Frank in Bad Doberan, Germany.  Of course this year it’s virtual.

They’re broadcasting greatest hits from prior festivals all weekend and it’s an interactive website that looks really cool.

They’re showing Ms. Julie and Crimson Projeckt this afternoon.  I’ll come back later with a separate post but for now, here’s the link.  Since it’s already late morning in Germany, the site is active.


Okay, so we do have something cool to do today.

Rock on.












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