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May 25, 2020

King of the Couch 🧸

Harvey went outside today and walked belly deep into the pachysandra, keeping near to the house, always. He went out all by himself, because he’s not agoraphobic – he’s a cat.

Today I turned on Fox News to watch the end of the press conference as the cute new press secretary takes questions from the decimated press. They are muffled and their ranks are drastically thinned and Kayleigh is too cute to wear a mask. It is said she went to Harvard, but she dresses like a piece of hard candy with a crisp ruffle on her hip, and when she darkens the room with a noir slide, we’re in convention hell. With Powerpoint. From the Bully Pulpit. 🐔



April 4, 2020

One Month Inside 🏘

Stephen Colbert becomes a mere mortal. One of us.

Stephen Colbert becomes a mere mortal. One of us.

I’ve worked from home since 1983, when I got fired from my high-level post at an international corporation. I was the Publicity Director for a company, it turns out, that didn’t really want too much attention. Since that company still exists and the newsletter I started is still going strong, I’ll have to keep my conspiracy theories to myself and just report that I am lousy at office politics. I am perfectly suited to working alone.

Now everyone is working alone, wiping off invisible germs, and wondering if they’ll make payroll or meet their maker before this is over. Depending on when you started to isolate yourself, the world has been turning inside out for about a month now.

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March 24, 2020

Yesterday's Jam 🥫

Back in the days of wine and olives.

Back in the days of wine and olives.

Anyone who has seen The IT Crowd will smile warmly at today’s blog title, and it’s true as can be. I, myself, ended up with Sad Strawberries this morning, as well as cauliflower that was beginning to get little dots on it. Thus, Cream o’ Cauli soup is on today’s menu. I hope it’s not the last cauliflower I ever see.

I have placed two small orders on Amazon, and maybe because it’s all food items, the items won’t arrive at my mailbox until late, late next month. Where will we all be then?

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March 23, 2020

Don't Be Sad 🍓

A snapshot in time, featuring a fresh tomato.

A snapshot in time, featuring a fresh tomato.

Things are getting strange here in Club Sayonara. Bill is home All. The. Time. and I’m fine with that. There’s the occasional pounding on the floor, which is directly above where I sit on the TV-room couch. His office chair must weigh 1,200 pounds as it scrapes across the floor. For me, a person who has been working from home and boat and houseboat, I see no difference in my day-to-day. However, our store of fresh things is dwindling and we’ll soon need some reinforcements.

Today’s recipe is for the sad strawberries in plastic on the shelf. Harsh, transparent plastic and there’s some furry-furries on a few of their bums. I’ve been reading way too many kitty-cat tweeters on the twitter.

So, I give you Sad, Saucy Strawberries for your sweet needs.

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March 22, 2020

The First To Go 🐔

One of our market shelves just recently in the past.

One of our market shelves just recently in the past.

I am heartbroken at the turn of things in the world and I don’t know who to blame and I am worried. We have a variety of leaders covering the globe like a patchwork quilt of crazy ideas and governing styles, and we are seeing the various results on global maps that look like a backdrop from a movie called We’re all gonna die!

Which we are, of course, and all in good time, I hope. I hope this is a Potemkin pandemonium, and if so, we’ll be OK. But first, let’s roll up our sleeves and wash our hands and get to work. Things need saving.

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