Day 163

Day 163, self quarantine:

Monday, August 24, 2020

Yay, getaway week for staycation!

After I get through this week, I don’t have to be in Julie’s bedroom for ten whole days.

Honestly, when this is all over, I’m going to have to remove every reminder of my remote law office life from there or I’m going to be stressed every time I walk upstairs.  I may have to redecorate Julie’s room altogether.

Haha, as if Gary will let me touch the shrine.

He won’t even let me throw out/sell/ give away the kids’ toys.

Oh yes, every single ninja turtle, every obtainable Power Ranger, every freaking superhero, their cars, laboratories and weapons, every Super soaker, every nerf gun...are still here at Casa Slick.

I say “obtainable” power rangers because at the height of their popularity, Gary had to enter a lottery at the Toys R Us and then show up there at midnight the night after Thanksgiving to fetch them so that Julie and Eric would have a perfect Christmas.

I feel like I talked about this before...

Oh well, after 163 days, there’s bound to be some reruns.

Anyway, yeah, I could probably make several thousand dollars on eBay with the Slick toy collection but Gary is convinced Julie and Eric are going to want them some day.

They’re in their thirties.  When will this be?

No clue.

Again, our kids are gonna hate us when we die if I can’t get Gary to Marie Kondo sooner rather than later.

Sigh... I really am gonna try again next week on staycation.

I’m getting rid of all my stuff except for jeans, black leggings and a few favorite tees/sweaters.

What’s the point?  I never have to get dressed up again. 

I’ve been wearing black t-shirts with jeans since I’m 16. It’s the outfit I am comfortable in, though in recent years black leggings are everything.

So yeah, goodbye about ten tons of clothing, boots and shoes.

Hey, no joke, I have at least ten all leather Coach handbags.  Maybe more. Where should I sell them with the least hassle and highest return?  

All the rest I am donating.

Yep, I’m doing it next week.  I already started bagging stuff yesterday. So hopefully Gary will follow suit.

He will.

Just not as quickly or efficiently as me, but I can help make things disappear when he’s not looking.

I mean, how many tie dye Bradford White Hot Water

Heater t-shirts does a man need?

Speaking of Gary, he has a new hobby.  He’s obsessed and I think it’s awesome.

The birds, Jake, flowers and yours truly are his subjects and I gotta tell you, the dude is really enjoying retirement more and more with each passing day.

Imagine how happy he’s going to be when we can actually leave the house for real.

Whenever that will be.

Eric is working on me to move to Nashville.

I texted back, “Hey, you’re preaching to the choir.  I’d move next door to you tomorrow.  Call your father.”

Eric replied, “I will!”

I probably also mentioned this before, but ever since Gary saw Easy Rider in a movie theater when he was sixteen, he’s been traumatized by the south and told me he could never live there.

I’m not even lying, he gets nuts even talking about it.

But, Gary has a long history of telling me NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT, and then turning around and telling the opposite thing to the kids.

I say we wait until November 3, 2020 before making any decisions regarding residence because, you know, we all may wanna leave the country.

If we can.

Oy.

So I think that’s it for today, I’m feeling a little scatterbrained because I have a big work project and I need to focus and so far I’m not feeling it.

Meh, I will go make some more coffee and give it my best.

If worst comes to worst, I will have a couple cookies for energy.

Oh, I got the Trader JoeJoes.

They’re NoNos but I will eat them anyway.

I mean, they’re not terrible, but I don’t recommend them, especially if you’re an Oreo fan.

They’re kinda soggy and the “cream” filling has a weird mouth feel.  I had to double check the label to make sure there was no gelatin.

Ugh, no gelatin but there was palm oil.

Why why why.

I think when I retire, I’m gonna start a food blog.  I have ideas.

I can’t wait.

Okay, that’s enough out of me.

Go forth and conquer.

Day 162

Day 162, self quarantine:

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Morning!

So not only did Gary already know about the raccoon in the yard, he already had an inappropriate name for it and then...and then...

And then.

He proceeded to tell me about every critter he’s seen in our yard, house, and neighborhood.

And now I want to move.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Though I do want to meet the possum.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Good times at Casa Slick.

So I confessed my urgent need for comfort food and Gary delivered.

We scored some fresh ears of corn and Gary probably made the best corn chowder I ever ate (ducking as Julie throws something at me from Seattle because everyone knows she’s the Soup Nazi) and it’s completely vegan though you’d never believe it’s not made with butter or cream.

All he did was sauté shallots and garlic, added four small chopped red potatoes, two cups of vegetable broth and two cans of coconut milk.  He seasoned with Aleppo pepper and smoked paprika. Then he added six raw ears of corn, still on the cob, threw a lid on the pot, and simmered the whole thing for around ninety minutes.  He removed the corn, puréed the soup with the immersion blender, took the corn off the cob, put half back in the soup, blended again, then added remaining corn, left that chunky, and omg, it was INSANE.

I could seriously eat soup every night for dinner.

With bread, of course.

Oh, and salad. 😜

I’m vacillating between a salad and pasta cacciatore for dinner tonight.  Gary is pushing for the pasta, I will see how hungry I feel later.

But oh, his pasta cacciatore.

I’m gonna try and ignore Donald today but I will tell you this - more and more people are calling out his lies and laughing at him.

And notable people in his own party are starting to defect.

I’m down with that.

I won’t be completely happy until he’s in prison or a nursing home.

So I’m hoping today is chill because I have a rough week of work coming up tomorrow as one does when they are taking the next ten days off.

I seriously need to kill it this week.

And then spend vacation making some big decisions.

Haha I should call it what it is.

Staycation.

Or, as I should really call it, the week I get Gary to start parting with some of his things upstairs.

Or as Gary would call it, devascation.

Ooh, I’m gonna copyright that.

Anyway, I have to go upstairs and continue the Gary wake up process I started an hour ago when I brought him his coffee because it’s our bimonthly seniors shopping hour at Trader Joe.

This time I won’t eat the pancake bread but I have a huge interest in these, which I’ve never had.

https://www.traderjoes.com/digin/post/neapolitan-joejoes

Neopolitan JoeJoes really?

I know, why would I want these when I live with Gary, master cookie baker?

Sigh...it all goes back to my tortured youth and the reward system.

I have to do something I don’t want to? (In this case, food shopping)

There must be a reward!

The reward must contain sugar!

And there you have it, the reason I will never be really thin.

I have no more fucks to give.

Peace out, people.  I’m off to get my JoeJoes.