Something beautiful

Something beautiful for this afternoon, courtesy of my daughter-in-law ❤️https://youtu.be/Y2SSUTubs30

Day 85

Day 85, self quarantine:

I’m sorry, I’m laughing my ass off this morning.  

There were MASSIVE crowds protesting in Washington, DC yesterday, Donald.  Way bigger than attended your pitiful inauguration.

There were massive protests all across the country, in fact. Philadelphia was breathtaking.

And where were you, Donald?  Hiding behind your baby gate, itching to unleash your scruffy band of mercenaries but no one gave you a reason and now you’re an international laughingstock, Bunker Boi.  

Just like the people stupid enough to support you!


Some of our stronger political leaders marched with the protestors.

Not you, President Pussy.  You’re a coward and you’re weak.

Just like every other racist.

Okay, I feel better now.

So no beach today, I think I am taking Friday off and going then.  We ended up working in the garden a lot harder than we thought yesterday - the storm partially severed a branch of our tree and Gary had to climb up on our roof with a saw. 

I wasn’t having too much of a stroke watching that.

And while it was happening, my phone blew up with texts from both kids and friends.

No one knew I was freaking out, I didn’t act like my senior citizen husband was hanging off a  two story roof with a power tool, I replied like I was calmly sitting here watching television.

Eric would have lost it.

Anyway, once Supergeriatric Man was finished sawing, there was a gigantic mess of twigs and leaves.

How is it possible we have 16 more trash bags?

This is the third box of forty trash bags I opened since we started this project.

So that was a bummer.

I told Gary we should just order a pizza last night because by the time we were done we were exhausted, but I got him all fired up to make macaroni and cheese and cornbread and he wasn’t letting that dream die.

So he not only went in the kitchen and made that, he made himself buffalo chicken legs and me buffalo cauliflower.

Omg, it was like bizarro Christmas at Casa Slick.

I’ll post a pic tomorrow on leftover night.  I was so hungry by the time dinner was finally on the table I took one crappy pic that looks like a plate of yellow-orange food.

Oh.  

It was.

There was nothing green at all.

I will rectify that on leftover night.

Maybe.

Today we are swinging by the local hardware store to pick up plants and vegetables so that’s exciting.  No outdoor furniture yet like I hoped, but that should be next weekend.

I could ask Gary to hang the fairy lights but I feel like that should be the very last thing we do - switch on the lights - so I will keep them hidden for now.

Anyway, I think that’s it for today.  I added Hulu to my cable plan and they have every single season of Top Chef going back to 2002.  I only started watching like five years ago so if you’re looking for me at dawn for the next several months, you know where to find me.

Have fun today, apocalypse dudes.  

Day 84

Day 84, self quarantine 

Yay, it’s finally Saturday.

I’m worried.

Please please please if you are protesting today, be careful.

Trump is itching to let “his” military loose with a big I TOLD YOU SO.  His supporters may try and lend him a hand.

Omg some are not even real military.  They’re mercenaries in unmarked uniforms.  Trump’s thugs.

The protest in Philadelphia, expected to draw thousands, is blocks from my house.  I have faith it will be peaceful.  If I weren’t *cough* a senior and terrified of coronavirus, I’d be marching.

Again, I think the protestors intend to be peaceful in Washington, DC.  It’s Trump’s pals who have me scared.

Okay, let me follow my own advice and live one minute at a time and not worry about something I can’t control.

In lighter news...

I got this text yesterday, which is today’s photo.

IT’S FROM MY HAIR STYLIST.

Thank fucking God.

Haha, too cool, my hair guy is young and hip, his clients are young and hip, but look who got his first appointment?

That’s right, people.  This old broad.  I still got it.

I don’t even know what “it” is.

I used to be with ‘it’ but then they changed what “it” was.  Now what I’m with isn’t ”it” anymore and what’s “it” seems weird and scary.  It’ll happen to you!

Haha, that’s a classic Grandpa Simpson quote.  It’s one of my favorites along with “Going cold turkey isn’t as delicious as it sounds.”

So with the protest so close to home, our plan to venture out shopping  today was thwarted and I now have a wait and see attitude about the beach Sunday.  My big fear is coming home exhausted with the dog in the car and having the streets blocked off like last week and it would be a nightmare trying to reach our house.  The gridlock that occurs here normally is breathtaking.

I’m so nutz I would drive down at 5:00 a.m. and head home by noon but there’s no way in hell I could get Gary out of bed that early so that’s not an option.

Sigh...

Oh well.  I thought it was supposed to be rainy, I just learned it’s not, so if you’re looking for me, I will be out in my garden cleaning up one final corner and plotting out what and  where we are planting and putting the new chairs and table I was hoping to buy today.

There’s those goals again.

Also, try not to die of jealousy but Gary is making macaroni and cheese and cornbread from scratch for dinner tonight.

I’m going to be dreaming about it all day.

I told you goals  are everything.

Maybe I will paint some rocks today and make them political.

I’ll start with a pussy behind a fence.

Hey, it’s the apocalypse garden!

Peace out and stay safe today, fellow apocalypse dudes.

You matter.

Day 83

Day 83, self quarantine 

Yay, it’s Friday!

I love Fridays.  They’re so full of chill and hope.

And pizza.  

Though I think I am blowing off our usual pizza night tonight because I really may finally make it down to the beach on Sunday.  I haven’t told Gary yet but I’m the Slick social director since Julie moved out so he’ll go along with the plan.

Plus I’ve had him working in the yard every weekend since April.  He could use a peaceful morning lounging by the ocean.

I could use a breakfast of cinnamon sugar cake donuts and a lunch and dinner of Manco and Manco’s pizza.

Jake could use a run on the beach.

I could use that, too.

Okay, we’re going!

I wish the kids were here but it’ll happen.

So this is a week I am happy to put behind me.  I struggled at work, I struggled with the news, and I guess I am never going to stop struggling to understand why people support Donald.  A bigger pussy/imbecile does not exist.

People, he’s a morbidly obese buffoon in a ridiculous wig and makeup and an international laughingstock.

HE IS A MURDERER AND IF YOU SUPPORT HIM THAT MEANS YOU SUPPORT DEATH AND DESTRUCTION.

Jfc, if you’re that stupid, just go away.

Sigh...

Oh, one good thing, I told my boss again where I stand on coming back and he reassured me I can continue working remotely.

I actually started celebrating the weekend last night because yes, Gary made hand cut french fries, I scored my first heirloom tomato of the season and some sesame seed brioche buns, and that dinner was just what I needed.

Well, that and a hug.

I know how to live.

So this weekend I also hope to work in the yard and maybe start the great rock painting experiment.  We’ll see how that goes.  I may want to completely finish the yard before I do the fun stuff like rock painting  because I never finish projects and neither does Gary and this time I’m determined and so is he but we both stray easily so I’m afraid to do anything else.

Oh great, now I’m talking myself out of the beach.

Nah.

Meanwhile, I can’t believe it’s June and we haven’t made any vacation plans.  Since Gary has no plans this summer at all, I’ve been idly playing around with the idea of RV rental.

I know, I can’t believe it, either.

No worries, we’ll never do it.

But geez, Gary’s retired, I have three weeks vacation, and we’re not going to go anywhere, really?

Haha, sounds like us.  We better make that backyard ultra cool, it’s going to have to double as Tuscany.

(I’ll go to Tuscany later after there’s a vaccination)

So I guess that’s it for today but after the week I had, I’ll take “slightly boring.”

Later, apocalypse dudes.

Idiot in Chief 9

Hahaha!  Is this supposed to make Bunker Boy look strong and fearless?
😂😂😂😂😂🤞

President Pussy.

Day 82

Day 82, self quarantine 

A derecho?  We had a derecho yesterday?  Wtf is a derecho?  How is it that I’ve lived over half a century and never heard that term in my life?

“A derecho is a line of intense, widespread, fast moving windstorms and sometimes thunderstorms that move across a great distance with severely damaging winds.”

Oh.

I mean, it’s the apocalypse.  

What else would we have on a Wednesday in June in Philadelphia?

Because helicopters and sirens all day weren’t enough.

Needless to say, I had another bad day in the home office.

And getting that Facebook slap on the wrist yesterday didn’t help.

Thank you for all your comments.  I didn’t have the stomach to hit “like” or even revisit that post.

I’ve kept a blog since 2004 and I cross post all of these posts there.  One day when Facebook finally pisses me off for good, you can find me here:

https://inherownwrite.blogspot.com/?m=1

I’m staying on Facebook for now because of all of you and will try to keep all of my angry political posts on my blog.

But let me just say that I go to bed every night and wake up every morning hoping he’s dead and you don’t wanna know what I wish for his supporters. 😂😂😂

How beautiful are these peaceful, multiracial protests?  

I remain hopeful.

I feel like everything has changed and continues to change.

Have I mentioned I hate change?

Oh well, too bad.  There’s nothing I can do to stop it.

And this time, change is gonna be awesome.

And that’s another apocalypse revelation, people.

Chin up, it’s Thursday.  

I’m thinking of asking Gary to make hand cut french fries tonight, it’s been that kind of week.

Self care is everything.

And on that note, I believe there is a leftover biscuit calling my name.

Peace out 😎

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Day 81

Day 81, self quarantine:

Okay, I don’t like Wednesdays but I’ve got to get my act together today.

Woo, I had a bad work day yesterday.  I had a 100% error filled day, and when that happens, I either work harder to redeem myself or I completely shut down.

Guess what happened.

Maybe it was the culmination of the last few days, maybe it was the non stop helicopters overhead and the construction workers across the street screaming so loud I thought they were in Julie’s bedroom, or maybe it was just post-traumatic stress from the last three months.

Anyway, it wasn’t a good day to screw up.  I have deadlines and I’m so busy I can’t breathe.

I may have barely slid by yesterday but I won’t today so I have to put my head down and work.

Trouble is, I don’t feel like it.

I hardly slept last night.  I heard a couple really loud explosions.

The news just told me that three ATM machines were blown up blocks from my house.

Actually, I just heard another explosion now at 5:30 a.m.and so did the fellow currently reporting the news four blocks from my house.

Good times.

And naturally we also have a freak weather forecast today with severe multiple thunderstorms and damaging wind gusts throughout the day and a high of almost 90 degrees.

Maybe the power will go out.

Am I actually hoping for that?  Why, yes.  Yes I am.  

As long as it goes back on when work ends at 4:30.

Gah, my day actually started out great.  Aileen came by to get the bicycles, I actually had my first face to face conversation with someone for the first time since March 13, she brought us bags and bags of fresh lettuce and herbs from her garden...I could have hung out with her all morning.

Maybe that was it.

Oy, I can see I have decisions to make sooner rather than later.

Anyway, Gary suggested I salvage the day by going to Lemon Hill with him and Jake at the end of the day to see this “really cool rainbow thing” that popped up in the park so how could I say no?

I’m so glad I did.

I needed a new pic in my head to replace the defiled piano in the street following the riot in Philadelphia this weekend though okay, that photo is never leaving my head, ever.

That piano is a metaphor to me for  broken America, the culmination of three years of a monster in the White House who has zero passion for the arts.

I just wish he was gone.  I don’t really care how.  

Pick your worst.

Oh well, sue me, all my posts can’t be inspirational, funny, or include cheesecake recipes.  Life has warts.

I’m going to go inhale a pot of coffee and listen to some music to get out of my bad head.

Later, apocalypse dudes.

Photos from the apocalypse

A photo of the apocalypse trio this morning as captured by their first visitor since quarantine.

My husband has an apocalypse  beard which he isn’t trimming until this is over.

Idiot in chief 8

Welp, we know who the eighth deadly sin is, huh, President Pussy in a Bunker!

The worst person in American history

And if you support him, so are you.