One of the worst things about this COVID shut down is that no day seems special — they’re all the same. BOR-ing! Weekends don’t seem different either. Sundays maybe a little different because the garbage bins need to be put out on the street for Monday early morning pickup. No mail delivery today — a bit unusual but not unusual enough to stand out in this dreary span of useless days. There should be a party, a BBQ, a family get together. I should be coming home from Strawberry Music Festival.
Talked to my niece yesterday — she reminded me she isn’t having the big Thanksgiving dinner this year: her husband has COPD & they can’t take the chance. And what will Halloween be like? I don’t give out treats — for years I went to the grandkids’ house and just never started up after they got too big to go trick or treating. (If I had my external hard drive, I’d post a cute picture of Grandson’s first Halloween, when he was 2. He was a green monster, in green sweats & with his hair dyed green. We coached him for a week about saying “trick or treat” but when he went next door for his first, the neighbor opened the door and he held up his little sack and said “Gimme some candy.” Fond memories.) The Kid, Granddaughter & I, maybe Daughter too, might get together for Christmas (& I suppose Girl Friend will also be there) but Grandson probably won’t — he thinks he should stay at university so he doesn’t bring those germs home to us, specifically me. And he’s right — I read an article the other day that said exactly that. I will be so grateful when (and if) this COVID business goes away!
Happy start to the day! Two yellow-billed magpies playing on the lawn this morning. (The yellow-billed magpie is a large bird in the crow family that is restricted to California & inhabits the Central Valley and the adjacent chaparral foothills and mountains. Apart from its having a yellow bill and a yellow streak around the eye, it is virtually identical to the black-billed magpie) They damn near got wiped out by West Nile virus back in 2014, 2015 — haven’t seen any in years. They used to be thick around here — every spring they’d dive bomb poor Charlie when she went out in the back yard — she’d flatten out & chitter at them for about 2 seconds & then run for the house. A small ray of hope in the larger picture of environmental destruction. I hope they get to be really prevalent again. Red-winged blackbirds too — they also got hit pretty hard.
The It’s Always Something Dept. Clicked to turn on the tv last night. The little red light came on, but it was blinking and nothing on the screen. Unplugged it, waited a minute or two then plugged it back in. Then it worked. But the same thing happened a couple of weeks ago … which leads me to believe that it might be headed towards going belly up. I really hope it holds on at least until next month, when I can afford to buy a new one. I priced them over a year ago at Sam’s — $145. With inflation & all Cheeto Voldemort’s tariffs they’re probably $200 or more by now. Le sigh.
It was already 90° at 9:30🕤 this morning, and it’s 101°, headed for 109°. Luckily the AQI just slid over into the Moderate range. But I guess it doesn’t matter much because I’m not going outside for love nor money! Doing the dishes, and then going to start on the living room (dust & vacuum). I guess all this also falls in the It’s Always Something Dept. but it’s bigger & worse than that. Needless to say, I didn’t get to walk this morning, and my back is screaming — also needless to say.