As the days begin to blend together, I feel a strong kinship now to Violet, the Dowager Countess of Downton. What’s a weekend?
Someone on social media recently asked, “What Do You Miss?” Nearly all of the comments from people were endearing: getting together with friends, hugging relatives, playing softball, attending performances, etc. All I can come up with, though, is missing certain restaurant foods. I’m fantasizing lately of egg foo young from the now-shuttered Chinese takeout place near us, or sitting at the counter of a Waffle House and scarfing down their hot buttered waffles. Neither are healthy, of course. Perhaps I’m like the world’s ecosystem at the moment: The air is less polluted because of fewer greenhouse gas emissions, and my arteries are benefiting from a forced lower fat and cholesterol diet. Cold comfort.
Our financial advisor continues to baffle me. In his latest email, he asked me to choose a “safe word” for our next session.
Without the gym open, it’s getting harder and harder to work up a sweat. My morning walk in our condo development is a veritable obstacle course in avoiding the extroverts who live amongst us. Must remember not to wear my “Tales of Topographic Oceans” t-shirt again. The last time I did, I got a 20 minute lecture from the heavyset man walking his schnauzer on how Chris Squire is the greatest bassist of all time. Likewise, I need to ditch my “Cambria By The Sea” baseball cap because of the sweet old lady who stops to tell me each time about her daughter, a nurse who lives and works in San Luis Obispo.
I’m that guy you see now who keeps going down the wrong way in the supermarket aisles.
Nearly verbatim from last week:
Me: “The stimulus money was deposited in my checking account!”
Gorgeous: “Oh, good. Just transfer it to me. I’ll take care of it.“
Texas Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick, denouncing the current stay-at-home mandates, has declared that “there are more important things than living.” We’ve seen his type before, of course. I’m dating myself here, but I remember former Colorado governor Richard Lamm, who in 1984 famously opined that sick and infirm people have a “duty to die.” Mr Patrick is 70 years old, while Mr. Lamm is now 84. I’ll keep good thoughts for their continued health.
The FedEx guy is such a regular visitor to our door that I’m pretty sure we’re building up mutual immunities to one another. Gorgeous is doing her level best at propping up this economy; the contents of today’s shipment is below. Everyday is a surprise. Well, for me anyway.
We’ve been following the exploits of Chris and Marianne Fisher, a British couple who gave up their jobs to travel around the world in a campervan named “Trudy.” They’re currently holed up in Turkey, as they try to figure out a game plan for dealing with the coronavirus. You can support their cause by buying them a coffee, as we do each time they post a new video to their YouTube channel. They always respond with a personal email of thanks, and we’ve even traded a couple of fun messages with them. Check them out as you stay homebound. They’re quite entertaining.
Our friend Heather is a terrible influence. I’ve had to be the “bad cop” over the last couple of years in holding the line at having only one streaming service: Acorn TV. But with the stroke of a single email this week, Heather announced that she’s now subscribing to BritBox. It was enough to motivate Gorgeous into a full-throated onslaught for us to do the same. “Oh, come on, Heather’s getting it. Why can’t we?!“ I inherently smell a deep, well-planned conspiracy. For the sake of peace and harmony, however, I will begin a new subscription. Nice try, ladies, but I’m on to you both.
Speaking of streaming TV, we recently watched a three-part psychological thriller on Acorn called “Alibi” (2003). It stars Michael Kitchen, Phyllis Logan, and Sophie Okonedo. It’s riveting. Highly recommend.
Florida governor Ron DeSantis recently showed us all a slightly unconventional, though I’m guessing in his mind, perfectly acceptable way to wear a mask. It’s something congregants can discuss in detail as they sit together in pews at the houses of worship here.
Finally, for Kate at the Views and Mews blog: a plate of pumpkin scones, per her recent request. Only ten more cans to use!
Stay safe. And, I’m begging you: send egg foo young, please. I’ll reward handsomely
Until next time…