That is a somewhat repetitive number…20. 20/2020. It is smooth, though. Sounds smooth. I had a smooth event today. I got the lawn and garden waste put at the curb late yesterday and it was picked up by a truck today. The lawn and garden waste was smoothly gathered at the very end of the leaf blowing down cycle. No further work must be done until spring. The execution of raking, packing and shipping off the waste was smooth. Not a hitch. Satisfying.
I shaved today, to celebrate but the shaving was not smooth. I am looking like a crusty sort of Rip Van Winkle. I have covid hair, covid weight, covid attitude. Sigh. That’s enough, covid! Had it. You and Donald Trump can go fly a kite. When you go, tell Donald to let go of the White House or you won’t be able to take to the air!
My worst fears are realizing, coalescing, coming true. Nasty, dirty people are wandering loose all over the television screen. Rudy Giuliani is melting and making a mess. Congress (particularly the senate) is collapsing into sycophancy, lies, cheating. It’s bad, folks. There is nothing now to do but to shut off the news until after the fires are out. That is the only way to enjoy this spectacular, clear November day.
So. I turned off the news. As yet, no Zombie Covid Folk are staggering down the street, coughing and spreading germs. As yet, the border to the U.S. is closed and Trump is holed up in the White House. I have no doubt that he has broken up some of the antiques that Jackie Kennedy secured and is using the boards to nail shut the front door. (Ha. Ha. I should tell you a story about nailing shut the door. Remind me to do that sometime.) We have a week or so before the Zombies start dribbling down the street, so I am going to enjoy my tea.
Next week, I will take up position in the WalMart parking lot and watch the cheaters carry big-screen tv’s out instead of just groceries. People is what they is and they is bad news sometimes. If it weren’t for eating minks and breathing on other people afterword, then resisting mask wearing and marching in the streets waving guns and irrationality about, we would be ok. Sigh. I intend to be ok. Mask on, window rolled up outside WalMart, watching people squeal with the thrill of being ridiculous.
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