Welcome to this Apocalyptic Post- Modern Sunday:
“When the cart stops, do you whip the cart or the ox?” …………………………………………………………………………………. Huai- Jung
“I fix nothing, I let it go” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Jean-Paul Sartre
“Ashes to ashes, dust into dust, Buildings will crumble, bridges will rust. Mountains will disappear, rivers will dry up. And so it goes with everything but love” ……………………………John Denver
You would think that with staying at home for the most part, there would be little to say…which is probably true…but not really prohibitive for such as we….
Let’s get back to it…. NOW……how many of you are going out to restaurant? A bar? a gym?………….maybe a little overdue haircut or get the old nails done? Let’s all just go out and see how quickly we can infect each other…. maybe take a rifle or a Swastika to show what we are made of…. c’mon people now, smile on your brother………………
The Granddaughter update- Quin-Lily turned three this past week….have not seen her in months but we have our twice weekly portal….this week she evicted her parents from the room, and in between bedtime stories asked Nana and Papi …”how was your day today?”….three is interesting….littlest Baby Harper, is growing like a weed…not seen her since week one…..Virus-strain!!!!!!!!!!!!!….Bebe Sloane continues to be our lifeline (along with her parents) and this week we babysat while Tess and Jake went on a contact-less date…she led us in circles for three hours…what an age to watch the bloomin’….
How about a little Obamagate? We count on the Moron-in- Chief for our daily dose of laughter in hard times……. but seriously?
The weekly drive in da country……………………..Headed east this week on an overcast and threatening day (thunderstorm season in the heartland)….counted the % of people wearing masks (going down)and the number of people with big tractors mowing their small yards (going up)…and found a little trail to take a silent walk…..did the contactless lunch stop , and watched the birds….Ohio has a subtle beauty in the coming of spring and farm season…not quite like driving around in the Greens…..but you gotta get out of the house once in a while…right?
Three houses and counting…. we are total indentured (or maybe dentured?) slaves to our houses…keeps us pretty busy during The Plague…….are pretty settled now in the new abode….and spending a lot of time trying to make the old homestead more sellable…..this week we had new carpet put in all the rooms from Guy The Capet Guy….who has poor social distancing boundaries…so when we met with him we had to set up a card table on the driveway and wear our masks and gloves….but it was CHEAP…even though we had to spend two hours cleaning up after the mess they made. Yesterday we spent the whole day painting and staining over at the homestead like a couple of 40 yard olds…our yard boy canceled on us last minute ..so we had to do it selves…which led to much moaning, creaking and drug taking…..The Queen got through the day by chanting her own little Haiku as she brushed and rolled:
“Working-working on old house,
We fight……then we get it done” ………………………………………………………Her form is not great, but you get the idea…. partly brought on by yours truly getting the old beast resurrected tractor (given last rites an ten year ago and ignored since) stuck in the giant mud ruts in the soaked side yard…for the THIRD time this week….and since we have to fucking social distance –could not ask for help…and had to push it out ourselves…this left TQ a bit perturbed with moi (and very muddy in sexy sort of way) …
Seems like time to think in earnest about heading back to the Greens…. recently named best state in old US of A in staying out of the way of The Plague….in Mt. holly, we are social distanced by definition….
And that my friends…is enough
Pablo