“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.”
Today is damp and cloudy and cooler than I expected. My back is a bit better, but I doubt I’ll go out. I’ll shower, my concession to cleanliness, and I’ll probably read, my nod to literacy. I have a slew (pile? bunch? bevy?) of new books I’ve downloaded. I have plenty of dog and cat food. I have a freezer full of human food. I have a bag of lemon Oreos.
When I was a kid, being quarantined, for even the two weeks, would have been torment for us and for my mother. I think my father would have found his way around it and gone to work. He was a salesman for a tobacco wholesale company. Essential? Maybe? The TV would have been on all day into the night. I think we would have run out of stuff to do in a couple of days. We would have whined and begged my mother to let us out. She would have been frustrated to the point of yelling. My father would have never worn a mask.
I love cheeseburgers. I love hot dogs. My freezer has plenty of both. I don’t use ketchup on either. It would be sacrilege to use it on a hot dog, and I use mayo on my burger. My French fries get ketchup. My onion rings get salt. I am open as to the kind of cheese on my burger. The rolls must be toasted.
I don’t hear a sound from outside. I don’t even hear a car. The branches and leaves are still. My house is quiet. The two cats and the dog are having their morning naps, but were I to rustle paper, Henry and Jack would rush downstairs thinking a human treat to be shared. They’d be disappointed.
I like looking at the background rooms of the houses of people who are remotely on TV. Some rooms are ugly. Some wallpaper is scary. One kitchen was huge and monochromatic, white. I like the cluttered rooms. They have personality. I like Seth Meyers’ Thorn Birds and Jimmy Kimmel’s Aunt Chippy with the foul mouth whom Jimmy loves to punk. I like Jimmy Fallon’s slide and Stephen Colbert’s drinks. Colbert really does need a haircut that is unless he is hoping for a man bun.
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June 30, 2020 at 1:37 pm
Hi Kat,
Yesterday was my first day back at work and am I a happy camper. Being furloughed with my spouse and two children in a condo was hell on earth. It tried my patience and my marriage. My patience was worn very thin but we’re still together. One thing it proved is that we need more space to not be on top of one another. That led to buying a larger house which we should move into later in July. I will also be closer to work and I will have more time to learn how to care for the pool in the backyard. 🙂
I love ketchup on burgers, mustard on dogs and mayonnaise on very little. Hot dogs have to have kraut and burgers lettuce and tomatoes. However, having to eat in the car when out has changed my taste. It’s more difficult to get special orders in the car. Therefore, I decided to try mayonnaise on a Popeye’s chicken sandwich and liked it even with dill pickles. I may have to try the dill pickles on a burger. Sweet or bread and butter pickles are a no no. I’m also not a fan of raw onions and never eat them, but fried or sautéed is another story.
Yet another hot and humid day. It’s only 87° but the humidity is 62%.
June 30, 2020 at 7:53 pm
Hi Bob,
Wow! You bought a house! You’re also back to work! This has turned into a good week for you. The family will not be underfoot, and you get to miss them all day while you work. The pool is easy. I used to help my friend take care of hers.
I also put relish or piccalilli on hot dogs. Even if the chopped onions are raw, I put them on my dog, but I do prefer caramelized onions. Sometimes I put dill pickles on my burger, the sandwich dills. I like a variety of mustards.
It stayed damp and a bit chilly today.