Day 169

Day 169, self quarantine:

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Morning!  I slept in today!  

Since that never happens, can someone confirm I’m still alive?

Oh, I’m kidding.

So yeah, we overslept, and we had to hightail it out of here for senior shopping hour.

That feeling when you live with someone for over forty years and you realize you got dressed to go out shopping wearing the exact same outfit.

We both broke out hysterically laughing when we saw each other this morning.

I mean, I had to take a selfie or it didn’t happen, right?

Granted, I bagged up 90% of my clothes for donation yesterday, but I left myself about 25 different black t-shirts.

Gary, on the other hand, has so many t- shirts he has two six drawer dressers full.

So that’s pretty crazy.

And if that wasn’t weird enough, I woke up this morning singing Natalie’s song, “Lost.”

Gary heard me.

Julian Booker just played it on WXPN and Gary looked at me, stunned.

“Did you request that?”

I returned his shocked expression.

Nope.  They don’t take requests on Sleepy Hollow.  

Soooo, same shirts and some music synchronicity.  I should buy a lottery ticket, huh.

I told you I’m witchy like that.

I still believe Donald isn’t going to be the candidate November 3.

I was all kinds of depressed and scared last week and thought we’re stuck with him forever but in the light of day, relaxed on vacation, I realize Donald is in big trouble.

He’s not well physically.

See pics underneath, which are from the last few days.

Keep your eye on Portland and Kenosha.  This is going to backfire on him bigly.

Especially Portland.  This story is still developing, but PotusVirus may be an accomplice to murder again.

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/30/us/portland-trump-rally-shooting.html

The destruction of the United States Post Office isn’t helping him, either.

Michael Cohen’s book is out September 8.

So is the book from Melania’s former assistant.

She said Melania refused to use her bathroom in the White House until it was completely remodeled because Michelle Obama used it.

Racist much, Melanoma?

Omg these people are inconceivable human garbage.

But let’s recap.

Donald almost fell down the steps the other night, is slurring, and is making zero sense when he speaks.

From his speech Friday:

“Protests my ass.  I don’t talk about my ass.”

Protests sounded more like “protestchs.”

I’m not a doctor, but doctors on Twitter are screaming he has frontotemporal dementia and needs a neurological workup immediately.

I just think he’s a severely mentally ill imbecile and has the health one would expect of a morbidly obese old man with an unhealthy diet and anger management issues.

I repeat:  He won’t be on the ballot November 3.

Everyone feel better?

I know I do!

So Gary and I have no plans for today other than watching the birds and eating tomato sandwiches and french fries but it’s so unbelievably gorgeous out today I intend to plant myself in a chair out back for a couple hours and soak up some sun.

We planned on going to Dog Beach tomorrow but I’m reading conflicting weather reports so we’ll see.

We’ll get there at some point this week.

In the meantime, we intend to enjoy today.

In the words of the late Bill Withers, “And I know it’s gonna be a lovely day.”

Have fun.

Day 168

Day 168, self quarantine:

Saturday, August 29, 2020

Pssstt God...are you awake?  I think you missed.

Please try again.

Oh man, day one of vacation feels fabulous.  

I’m gonna ignore that it started with a huge blow up with Gary.

We were watching television last night when a Joe Biden commercial came on.

“Please let him win...please let him win...please let him win,” I said.

Gary made what I call his supreme pickle face.

“Why do you keep saying that?  Stop it!  There’s no way Trump is going to be re-elected!”

I stared at him.  Is he not watching the same news I am?

“I wish I could be so sure.  He’s doing his best to sabotage the election and he’s got plenty of help.”

“Bullshit!  Everyone knows who he is.  No way is he winning.  Stop saying it!”

He was so vehement I decided it was pointless to tell him about memes being passed around by people I know IN PHILADELPHIA, a liberal eastern city, defending voting for Trump because he won’t take their guns or defund the police.

The stupid runs deep.

Forty years of defunding public education is now painfully apparent.

But years of living with Gary has taught me to always ask myself, “Does the end justify the means?”

Most of the time when he yells I ignore him.

We’re both on the same side. Why fight?  Gary is a truly good person.  He’s fiercely loyal and he never lies.  He’s also extremely spiritual.

Me, not so much.

So I will let him continue to have faith in mankind, and believe that most humans are inherently good and will ultimately do the right thing.

Yeah, I don’t believe that, either.

But it’s why our relationship works, even though it shouldn’t.

Anyway, since our local news isn’t doing the job, that’s going to fall to us.

Okay, let me share this.

“Speaking with my friend, an anesthesiologist at a major hospital in #NYC today he said “You know, the CDC, the FDA, they were the gold standard in the WORLD. Every country turned to us for public health facts. We had the data. We had the science. Trump has wrecked all of it.”

Truth.

The virus isn’t gone.  This is the calm before the storm.

It’s why when my daughter texts me how much she misses me and I want to fall on my knees weeping and tell her I’ll buy her a round trip ticket to visit from Seattle, I don’t say a word.

It’s why I won’t go back to my physical office, even if it means retirement earlier than I planned.

It’s not safe.

Please believe me.

Okay, switching gears completely, I gotta tell you about the birds.

Gary took some amazing pics but because this is our crazy disorganized house, we can’t find the cable to attach it the computer so we can “dump” them, but no worries, I ordered one from both Amazon and B&H Photo so he’ll be back in business by Monday and I will be able to post them.

Out of nowhere, we got a gang of young cardinals, a “radiance,” as they’re called, and one little female is super noisy and yaps non-stop.

We named her Julie.

After noticing Lou and Georgette haven’t been around for a few days and have been replaced by this band of juvenile delinquents, I looked it up.

Yep!  How cool is this. Parents, who by the way are monogamous and stay mated for life, force their babies out of the nest to fly so they gang up with babies from other families and hang out together until they’re grown up and married.

Their parents tell them where to go.

“Hey, hang out at Casa Slick, they’ve got three feeders and all kinds of food and a totally disinterested dog who never barks at us.”

This egg to married bird all takes place within a few weeks.

Kinda the way my entire life feels up until quarantine.

Like I’ve mentioned before, we’re in this weird holding pattern of one continuous day which is both dragging on forever AND racing by.

Oy.  It’s all so insane.  My mind can’t wrap around any of it.

But one thing is for certain.  It’s coming to a head soon.

Let’s hope Gary is right and I’m wrong.

Hey, it happens sometime!

Not often but occasionally.

I’ll meditate on it.

Happy Saturday!