Nut So Bad Friday Round-Up

The big news here is that I am not nuts. I have been nuts for several weeks, in a near constant state of anxiety and dread, nervous at the most cellular level about the future but, incredibly, all that is gone. I am still extremely cautious about exposure to people and places, wearing a mask outside, and avoiding people like the plague…..but I am well and happy. It’s like how fabulous you feel when you stop having a terrible headache, like you could go kiss the ground. Will it last? No idea.

I have been wearing the same two hoodies and three pairs of jeans for the past two months. I am, however, very careful about making sure that my Bombas match my shirt everyday, sort of like I used to try to dress my daughter in Garanimals. I loved Garanimals, the order of everything being coordinated. She would have none of it, though, so it remained just one of those mother dreams.

Both of our dogs are Alaskan Huskies and retired sled dogs. Swirl, the more handsome of the two, was being trained for the Iditarod when it became apparent when he was about two that he ate too slow and slept too much. Punchy, more Ernest Borgnine than Clark Gable, eats fast and is ever alert but was described by a prior owner as not knowing what he’s doing. Somehow they found each other. And us.

I don’t get why Trump and his ilk don’t wear face masks. What is the magical thinking that tells them the virus will skip over them to head for a Democrat? If I was the president, I’d live in a glass room like Hannibal’s that could be squeegeed with Lysol every fifteen minutes with staff dressed in hazmat suits talking to me from 50 feet away. But that’s just me. What do I know? I’m just a Democrat or a ‘sheep’ as some nutcase called me a few weeks ago. Sheep. Okay.

I did an audio recording of an essay on my iPhone today. And it worked really well. Things like that rarely work well for me the first time. There has to be struggle, gnashing of teeth, screwdrivers taken to delicate machinery, endless Googling, and new starts. Not this time. First time worked. Sending the audio along with the essay to the local public radio station tomorrow for possible broadcast. It’s probably too long (5:14) and maybe too dark but I really like it – yesterday’s essay, The Parish Hall.