So we were forecast for 0 – 7″ snow today. I did my store and pharmacy run, got everything and came home last night, and buttoned up with the car cover last night.
Why a car cover? Why not park in the garage? Well, a house built in ’49 – ’50 had different tolerances. I am simply not comfortable dealing with slightly less than 1 1/2″ tolerances on either side of my mirrors. Hence, I got the “Make Do” garage.
It’s just a car cover, but having got it on last night when everything was dry means, I won’t have to sit and wait for the blowers to melt the over 32/under 32 ice melt that would otherwise glued it to the windshield.
Of course, when I started making breakfast and realized I had no pre-made hash browns, I was in a quandary. Should I head out and get some?
No, the brave part of my self said, You have potatoes. You have made biscuits to avoid going out, let’s make hash browns.
So I peeled a potato. Grated it onto a towel. Put it in a clean white dish towel and wrung it out.
Made the best hash browns ever.
I am out of Mission Tortilla Strips. How could I have forgotten, when I remembered to get a small container of 8 Layer Dip. I have some chips, hidden somewhere, if Mom hasn’t got to them first.
Mom doesn’t understand why I won’t sit and just watch Hallmark TV with her. I go to my room and read. I have offered to play DVD’s, Iron Will, Road to Avonlea and numerous other and she really can’t see why I’d want to watch those. I wasn’t trying to make her watch my “The Prisoner” collection. I mean, who could not like Iron Will? Mackensie Astin, David Ogden Stiers, Kevin Spacey? Who could not like?
So I tell her I can’t be comfortable in the living room, which is true. My pain issues have not gone away because of the virus. Sure, I can take a butt-load of ibuprofen, but Tylenol is a placebo, and to my great horror, just after she told me where I could come to her for treatment now, my acupuncturist got furloughed. SO my back pain and foot neuropathy will allow me to suffer along those people who are indeed victims of this horrible curse that has come upon us.
And we are are still suffering from Ruby’s death in February. Pippi, maybe the most, but maybe Mom, who comes looking for Ruby late at night, every couple days, and I have to tell her that we have lost her.
And I miss my dog. I am sure I’m bottling it up. Ruby was there for me. For the last 15 years. No matter what happened that little red double masked face, was right up there for me.
Near the end, She’d just come and sit on my foot while I worked the computer. She was never a cuddler like Pippi, never wanted to sleep on a human bed, but she was the most incredibly loyal being that has existed on this planet in my NSHO.
I could really use the love she projected at me every day, right now.
But I am an employee in an essential business, where we struggle, and I fear every person who walks through the door. Only had one jerk so far, that barged up and told me the social distancing was bullshit.
He’s a post office employee. Next time he comes in I will tell him not to come in (he’s only there to socialize) and if he persists I will take his picture and send to the Post Office with a complaint about disrespect. He is not our carrier, only comes in to fill his truck with gas, and wants to come in and breathe on me to prove the social distancing is bullshit.
Fuck him and the truck he drove in on.
I’m cooking more, I’m reading more. I will tell you, look to your local library, they have books on the cloud, and recorded book for audio. That is what will sustain me through life. Not beau of COVID, but just because I love books and still have access. And, Adoration for Ramsey County Library. go on line, order a book and they will bring out as “takeout.”
Support your local library if they do that.
So, anyhow,
Folks, be well and be safe. If you aren’t in a safe space and need help, message me with something stupid or incongruous. I will do my best to alert authorities or help you find safety. I love you, my friends.
Eileen
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