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Rum Rationing Friday Round-Up
I started using a shot glass to measure out my rum. This drastic, Depression-era step came about because a) I was running out of rum, and b) there was never any room for the Coke.
I darned my mittens. So now, my beloved Green Bay Packer mittens no longer have a hole at the base of the thumb. It wasn’t the day’s greatest achievement, enlarging an organizational chart in a funding proposal was, but it was something because the mittens have been sitting on my desk waiting for six months.
We are not at the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end. We’re just stuck somewhere in the Land without Time. This is not sustainable because it results in too much anxiety and excessive rum utilization. I told my husband tonight that we have to find new ways to be remarkable. He looked at me funny. But I know what I mean.
We’re planning another in-car demo. This one has a Mother’s Day theme – Protect Mom! – and is all about Safer at Home and Mail-In Voting. I tell you, it’s great to be in a demo, even if you’re in your car. You can’t let the camo nutsacks with AR-15’s have all the fun. Make those signs! Beep those horns! And take 10,000 pictures and post them everywhere. Old people rising up. Dang.
I really need to go find my Badass Badge. All of this worrying and hand wringing and preoccupation with how many eggs we have left is turning me into a little girl. I wake up in the middle of the night wishing my parents were in the next room. That has got to stop. I need to get out my black leather jacket and wear it around the house for a while, get my shit back. Jesus. Enough.
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Find those jeans woman and put them on.
I wish I had a black leather jacket. I’m fighting the virus by making face masks – and giving them to neighbors and family and family of neighbors, and neighbors of family. I called an assisted living home for women and they will take some – I promised something under 100 which gives me lots of wiggle room. But doing this isn’t nearly as sexy as wearing a black leather jacket. It takes as much energy fighting the anxiety and helplessness of the pandemic as it does to do something about the problem. And I am secure financially. I’ve been waking at 4 am – a really shitty and fruitless time to engage in thinking.
This line made me laugh out loud “You can’t let the camo nutsacks with AR-15’s have all the fun.” Also, the ending. I don’t own a leather jacket but I know exactly what you mean and for what it’s worth I think you’re a badass with or without the jacket.
You have aged well and now entitled to drink your rum without saving room for the coke. Salud!
I waver between wishing my parents were in the next room to being glad they don’t have to deal with this horrible situation. No black leather jacket, here, but I do have some old (hardly worn) black leather motorcycle boots from my previous life. I wonder if those would help me if I wore them around the apartment…
i love your safe protests so much.