Things continue to change around here as everyone is trying to adapt to our new alternate reality.
One development this week is that my trash valet service is suspended. I live in an apartment complex that charges a small fee for a third-party service to pick up garbage from your doorstep five nights a week.
I am not surprised this stopped. It is not safe for those guys to be hauling off everyone’s trash. People around here are slobs though, so I anticipate a mess. Now my neighbors will have to dump their own trash. They can’t even dump their recycling correctly, so this is going to be awful. The property management is already WFH, so I doubt how much they will be keeping an eye on things. Anyway, now I have to schlep my own trash. No big deal, but timing will be key. I need to figure out when trash is picked up so I can go immediately afterwards.
Walmart is keeping me healthy by not giving me any chocolate. My Walmart pickup this week was chock full of healthy veggies and nary a chocolate. It was also full of coffee, so no matter what I will be caffeinated to the max.
I managed to pick up the rest of my stuff at Publix. I have not been inside a grocery store for about 4-5 weeks. What a shocker. Empty shelves, everyone wearing a mask and gloves (except me). People social distancing. Cashiers insisting people step back. Wow. It was surreal. I got all the staples I was missing, so now I am good for about 30-40 days at least. If I plan it, I could probably go up to 2 months with only minor sacrifices.
I think about Taz all the time. I am so worried for her. She has a paper bag to carry her used N95 mask home from work. That tells you a lot. Please pray for her and all the healthcare workers. I don’t pray much, but these days God is hearing a lot more from me because prayer equals hope and we all need some hope these days.
General observations: Harvey Weinstein has COVID, as I am sure you all know. I immediately thought of him when I heard it was at Rikers. Now he is in a prison in upstate New York. He is in poor health already and his money can’t help him now. Rand Paul, what a selfish douche. He is a frigging doctor, so he knew the risks. He is so arrogant that he swam, went to the gym, used the dining area, had meetings all while waiting for his test results. What a selfish, self-centered jerk.
I am a bit worried about my son. He is a bit of a hermit by nature, so loneliness might hit him unexpectedly. I need to keep checking on him. One roommate has returned home, but he still has another. He has been hit with quite a few major changes with school going online, his fellowship evaporating, his internship fading. He will be OK, but I know right now it probably feels pretty scary. I sent him some fruit – LOL. My answer to everything is to send a gift because there really isn’t anything else I can do.
I have a call this week with my company’s prepaid legal services so I can get my Will and Living Will/Health Directive started. I am overdue about getting that done. Nothing like a pandemic to get your affairs in order.
The neighbors below me, a lovely young couple, had a knockdown, blow-out fight tonight. I thought I might have to call the cops. Furniture was being moved around, yelling, doors slamming. Wow. Stress is getting to everyone. It is calm now, but wow. I think we will all see a lot more of that.
Time for bed. I need to continue thinking about my schedule and habits. Time to get back to some more structure. This new normal is going to be awful as South Florida approaches our surge. April and May are suppose to be a shit show for sunny SFLA. I am planning on being home and inside for the most part. I don’t need to be any part of any drama.
In the meantime, enjoy “Let It Be” by the Beatles. The link goes not only to the song, but a great write up about it. Here is a quick excerpt:
On the face of it, “Let It Be” is just a shatteringly gorgeous song, an extended contented sigh about getting through a shitty life period and finding the acceptance that certain things are out of your hands. McCartney’s vocal is plaintive and simple, and his central melody is an all-timer. McCartney knew, of course, that most of the people hearing the song wouldn’t know it was about his mother. They’d hear the name “Mother Mary” as a religious reference, and McCartney steered into that.
Best wishes for your continued health and safety, Dear Readers. My prayers for you and yours.
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