Consider this my RSVP. I won’t be attending the celebration. That shouldn’t come as a big surprise to those who know me, particularly my wife. To say that I’ve never been a big party person is a gross understatement. When I was still working, many were the times when I would stay at my desk …
All that these men and women wanted was to live normal lives, be ordinary people, have families and not end up immortalized on sheets of plywood because they died for our sin.
The end of another shelter in place week and we’re officially two months in. This week the weather decided to turn back the clock to the beginning of our lockdown nine weeks ago, mid-March. When it hasn’t been raining this week it’s been blustery and chilly, for the Bay Area that is, a qualifier that …
“I didn’t want normal until I didn’t have it anymore” ~ Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception Same old same old new normal Thirty-five days sheltered in place; or is it 33? 34? 38? A borderless block of time. We have to look at our phones to figure out what day of the week …
We’re just beginning week four in lockdownland in the Bay Area. The imminent Doctor Brix, one of the few rational voices on the Trump coronavirus team has strongly advised people to stay away from the grocery store and pharmacy over the next two weeks and I’ve taken it to heart. I’m limiting trips from the …
If you want to eat macaroni and cheese at 2 am and wake up at 1 pm only to watch Netflix for 5 hours then okay. And yes, that’s pretty much how it is now and it’s perfectly acceptable.
Sunday, March 29th, 2020 The Butcher’s Bill 10:30 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 691,867 Deaths: 32,988 United States Cases: 130,478 Deaths: 2,314 Misleading Stats Most mornings I get up, put on the coffee and look at the numbers. Nationwide they still go from bad to worse. I try to take some solace …
You passed them by as they left and you looked the other way, awkward, nothing to say. They were already gone, ghosts who’s memories haunted the productions lines.
There’s something heretical about buying a few cans of Spam, a frozen pizza, toilet paper and a sixer of Coors Light and then asking the checker, “Oh and can you ring me up a six foot noble fir please?” Some things just have to remain sacred.
“I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered …
The Life in My Years 