This is the saddest thing I've ever had to write. As I've been doing the research all week, I have come to one single, inescapable conclusion.
The United States of America is no longer a functioning nation. It is now a failed state. Covid-19 cases continue to rise with 150,000 deaths in just five months, a number that may very well double by the end of the year.
Second quarter Gross Domestic Product contracted by 32.9%, which makes the months of April, May, and June the worst three months on record, ever. Thirty million Americans, of which I am one, are collecting unemployment benefits. Our extra $600 a week will cease to be paid unless Congress takes action by the end of the day tomorrow.
Some estimates peg the number of Americans facing possible eviction in August at 40%.
Republicans in the Senate continue to argue among themselves and have yet to take any action after taking every possible chance to delay doing so.
A U.S. passport is barely worth the paper it's printed on, as several nations across the planet continue to bar Americans from entering their countries.
Yesterday, President Trump tweeted the following.
"I am happy to inform all of the people living their Suburban Lifestyle Dream that you will no longer be bothered or financially hurt by having low-income housing built in your neighborhood," he said in the first tweet.
He then continued with "Your housing prices will go up based on the market, and crime will go down. I have rescinded the Obama-Biden AFFH Rule. Enjoy!"
That's loaded with so much racism, I don't know where to begin detailing it all. But let me try to do so.
Poverty affects all of us, but the simple and painful truth is that poverty is highest among people of color. That low income housing lowers property values is unproven. That people who live in such housing commit more crime than others is proven to be false. But it sure is easy to blame them for everything, isn't it?
And then, just a few hours ago, came this tweet.
"With Universal Mail-In Voting (not Absentee Voting, which is good), 2020 will be the most INACCURATE & FRAUDULENT Election in history. It will be a great embarrassment to the USA. Delay the Election until people can properly, securely and safely vote???"
Let me take that one and break it down. First off, it's an attempt to de-legitimize the coming election. Then, as you can see, it proposes delaying the election. And finally, it tries to legitimize doing so by invoking three different issues. Properly voting, I think we can agree, means allowing every citizen to register, to vote, and to have that vote counted. Securely voting means not having elections tampered with in any way. Safely voting means not having to risk your life standing in line for up to twelve hours because the number of polling stations have been decreased.
All three of those are things that Republican governors, lawmakers and election officials have been viciously attacking for decades.
America is now a nation where the government can not or will not provide for basic standards of safety and well being. And if things keep going the way they are, there won't be an America by the end of this decade, I predict. The nation will splinter into smaller pieces, each struggling to survive in the darkest of times.
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Monday, July 27, 2020
Please Vote For Joe Biden
It's time for another politically related post. Covid-19 deaths continue to mount at the rate of over 1,000 a day. The HEROES act continues to sit languishing in the Senate. Enhanced unemployment benefits have expired. Millions of people face eviction through no fault of their own.
I am asking you, dear reader, to vote for Joe Biden and for Democratic congressional candidates.
I am asking you to stand up against fascism in this country. What has been named "Operation Diligent Valor" is immoral. It is unconstitutional in the extreme. Unarmed non-violent protesters
are being arrested. They are being tear gassed. They are being violently attacked. They are being ridiculed by the President of the United States of America.
This is not the America for which my father served honorably. He and countless other men and women have stood vigilant to defend our freedom.
Have we no sense of decency anymore?
I have to believe we do, tattered though it may be.
I am asking you, dear reader, to vote for Joe Biden and for Democratic congressional candidates.
I am asking you to stand up against fascism in this country. What has been named "Operation Diligent Valor" is immoral. It is unconstitutional in the extreme. Unarmed non-violent protesters
are being arrested. They are being tear gassed. They are being violently attacked. They are being ridiculed by the President of the United States of America.
This is not the America for which my father served honorably. He and countless other men and women have stood vigilant to defend our freedom.
Have we no sense of decency anymore?
I have to believe we do, tattered though it may be.
July 27, 1999
Today would be our twenty-first wedding anniversary if my late wife Michelle were still alive.
We met in person for the first time on the 26th of July. I'll be honest in telling you that we spent the night together. We woke up early that morning of the 27th and were discussing what we might do that day when Michelle said "Let's get married".
I said "Okay" and she then said she was just kidding. I said that I wasn't. We sat and talked things over for several minutes, and then agreed to do it. She called City Hall in Scranton to see what we had to do. We got all the details and called a local magistrate to arrange things. Then we waited until it was time to go.
We then went to City Hall, filled out all the necessary forms, and paid the fees. I actually did get down on one knee, right there in front of several other people. I had no ring to use other than my high school class ring, so Michelle put that on a chain to wear around her neck.
We went to the magistrate court, and the magistrate performed the ceremony. His wife served as our witness and played "Here Comes The Bride" on a radio that had a cassette deck. We were pronounced man and wife at 1:58 Eastern Daylight Time. The magistrate shook my hand and his wife hugged Michelle, then they both wished us good luck.
We stopped at a McDonald's for lunch. Michelle barely touched her food while I ate all of mine. From there back to our hotel room was a short drive.
Later that afternoon, Michelle called her mother and informed her of what we'd done. I then called my father and told him the same news. We then each called several other people, including her best friend, her sisters, and my brother.
It was decided that everyone would gather for a family meal. That, to be honest, was a bit overwhelming for me. Everyone from her family was nice to me, but still, I was glad when it was over.
That was all twenty-one years ago, now.
We met in person for the first time on the 26th of July. I'll be honest in telling you that we spent the night together. We woke up early that morning of the 27th and were discussing what we might do that day when Michelle said "Let's get married".
I said "Okay" and she then said she was just kidding. I said that I wasn't. We sat and talked things over for several minutes, and then agreed to do it. She called City Hall in Scranton to see what we had to do. We got all the details and called a local magistrate to arrange things. Then we waited until it was time to go.
We then went to City Hall, filled out all the necessary forms, and paid the fees. I actually did get down on one knee, right there in front of several other people. I had no ring to use other than my high school class ring, so Michelle put that on a chain to wear around her neck.
We went to the magistrate court, and the magistrate performed the ceremony. His wife served as our witness and played "Here Comes The Bride" on a radio that had a cassette deck. We were pronounced man and wife at 1:58 Eastern Daylight Time. The magistrate shook my hand and his wife hugged Michelle, then they both wished us good luck.
We stopped at a McDonald's for lunch. Michelle barely touched her food while I ate all of mine. From there back to our hotel room was a short drive.
Later that afternoon, Michelle called her mother and informed her of what we'd done. I then called my father and told him the same news. We then each called several other people, including her best friend, her sisters, and my brother.
It was decided that everyone would gather for a family meal. That, to be honest, was a bit overwhelming for me. Everyone from her family was nice to me, but still, I was glad when it was over.
That was all twenty-one years ago, now.
Friday, July 24, 2020
Your Week In Review
Well, here we are. It's Friday, and what a week it's been.
The Senate is in recess for the weekend, despite having taken no action on the HEROES act. All sorts of different numbers are being tossed around by the Republicans. We're hearing $100 a week extra in unemployment benefits, or maybe $400 a week, or maybe the full $600, or maybe nothing at all.
Covid-19 cases and deaths continue to rise, primarily in places that reopened too soon.
Much of the country has been dealing with severe heat. It was so bad out yesterday in Binghamton that I went nowhere. I left the building just for the few minutes it took me to take out my trash. I timed that just right, because ten minutes later a bad thunderstorm passed through.
Today, thankfully, it's a bit cooler so I was able to take a short walk.
Which is good because I had a very bad migraine overnight and had to get some kind of medicine. It was so bad that it made me slightly dizzy and nauseous. I took two Advil Migraine gel caps and I'm waiting now for them to kick in.
I've had some good food this week. My order from Domino's was good. I made myself a nice breakfast yesterday consisting of toast, a three egg omelette, and corned beef hash.
Wishing you a safe and happy weekend, dear reader.
The Senate is in recess for the weekend, despite having taken no action on the HEROES act. All sorts of different numbers are being tossed around by the Republicans. We're hearing $100 a week extra in unemployment benefits, or maybe $400 a week, or maybe the full $600, or maybe nothing at all.
Covid-19 cases and deaths continue to rise, primarily in places that reopened too soon.
Much of the country has been dealing with severe heat. It was so bad out yesterday in Binghamton that I went nowhere. I left the building just for the few minutes it took me to take out my trash. I timed that just right, because ten minutes later a bad thunderstorm passed through.
Today, thankfully, it's a bit cooler so I was able to take a short walk.
Which is good because I had a very bad migraine overnight and had to get some kind of medicine. It was so bad that it made me slightly dizzy and nauseous. I took two Advil Migraine gel caps and I'm waiting now for them to kick in.
I've had some good food this week. My order from Domino's was good. I made myself a nice breakfast yesterday consisting of toast, a three egg omelette, and corned beef hash.
Wishing you a safe and happy weekend, dear reader.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Good Food Delivered
Today I took a nap, after doing the things that needed to be done.
While sleeping, I had a dream that I was eating chicken wings. For me to dream about food is a common occurrence. But it's usually about food I eat on a regular basis.
I honestly can't remember the last time I ate chicken wings. I did, however, read an article a few days ago about Domino's having recently changed the recipe on their wings. So when I woke up from the dream, I turned my computer on and went to their website.
The store closest to me is just a few minutes away. I order food from it once a week, on average. Their delivery drivers are always courteous. All deliveries are contact free, these days.
I usually use the two items for $5.99 each online coupon, and did so tonight. I added a 20 ounce soda to my order, so with tax, delivery fee and tip, my total came to just under $25.
From the time I placed my order until the time the driver arrived with my wings and pizza was twenty-three minutes. The estimate was twenty-three to twenty-eight minutes, so that was all good.
The driver was properly wearing a face mask, and kept the delivery process contact free.
The wings were delicious. I wanted to see what they taste like with no sauces on them, so I ordered them plain, with one side of honey barbecue sauce. The one side of sauce comes free with the wings and was just enough for the eight pieces in my order. They're baked, and not at all greasy. Whatever is used to marinate them gave them a really nice flavor that enhanced but didn't overpower the chicken.
The pizza was my usual order. No garlic in the crust, topped with sausage and mushrooms. It was baked to perfection and I had one slice of it. The rest will be tomorrow's breakfast and lunch.
I am a professional chef. A lot of my fellow chefs hold chain restaurants in disregard. But personally, I feel that some chains do offer good food at good prices. The food I got tonight was reasonably priced and of good quality.
As always, dear reader, wishing you the best in these times of uncertainty.
While sleeping, I had a dream that I was eating chicken wings. For me to dream about food is a common occurrence. But it's usually about food I eat on a regular basis.
I honestly can't remember the last time I ate chicken wings. I did, however, read an article a few days ago about Domino's having recently changed the recipe on their wings. So when I woke up from the dream, I turned my computer on and went to their website.
The store closest to me is just a few minutes away. I order food from it once a week, on average. Their delivery drivers are always courteous. All deliveries are contact free, these days.
I usually use the two items for $5.99 each online coupon, and did so tonight. I added a 20 ounce soda to my order, so with tax, delivery fee and tip, my total came to just under $25.
From the time I placed my order until the time the driver arrived with my wings and pizza was twenty-three minutes. The estimate was twenty-three to twenty-eight minutes, so that was all good.
The driver was properly wearing a face mask, and kept the delivery process contact free.
The wings were delicious. I wanted to see what they taste like with no sauces on them, so I ordered them plain, with one side of honey barbecue sauce. The one side of sauce comes free with the wings and was just enough for the eight pieces in my order. They're baked, and not at all greasy. Whatever is used to marinate them gave them a really nice flavor that enhanced but didn't overpower the chicken.
The pizza was my usual order. No garlic in the crust, topped with sausage and mushrooms. It was baked to perfection and I had one slice of it. The rest will be tomorrow's breakfast and lunch.
I am a professional chef. A lot of my fellow chefs hold chain restaurants in disregard. But personally, I feel that some chains do offer good food at good prices. The food I got tonight was reasonably priced and of good quality.
As always, dear reader, wishing you the best in these times of uncertainty.
Sunday, July 19, 2020
The Next Day
Okay, so now it's Monday morning, July 19, 1999. I've been home about 45 minutes or so.
I turned on my WebTV unit, logged in, and checked my e-mail. Then I went into one of the rooms
at Talk City. I had been there just a few minutes when I got a private message from another chatter.
The exchange went like this:
"Hi."
"Hi."
"ASL?"
"33/M/NY"
"33/F/PA"
"I'm in Binghamton."
"I'm in Scranton."
"My name's Kevin."
"My name is Michelle."
Yes, that's how my late wife and I met. In a chat room twenty-one years ago today.
After chatting for about fifteen minutes or so, she asked if I wanted to call her. I said I did, and she
gave me her home phone number. We talked for about a half hour more.
When we said good night to each other, she asked if I would ever call again. I said I would, at whatever time was best for her. We talked every night that week. And I decided to meet here in person, on Monday the 26th.
We got married the next day.
I turned on my WebTV unit, logged in, and checked my e-mail. Then I went into one of the rooms
at Talk City. I had been there just a few minutes when I got a private message from another chatter.
The exchange went like this:
"Hi."
"Hi."
"ASL?"
"33/M/NY"
"33/F/PA"
"I'm in Binghamton."
"I'm in Scranton."
"My name's Kevin."
"My name is Michelle."
Yes, that's how my late wife and I met. In a chat room twenty-one years ago today.
After chatting for about fifteen minutes or so, she asked if I wanted to call her. I said I did, and she
gave me her home phone number. We talked for about a half hour more.
When we said good night to each other, she asked if I would ever call again. I said I would, at whatever time was best for her. We talked every night that week. And I decided to meet here in person, on Monday the 26th.
We got married the next day.
Friday, July 17, 2020
The Day Before Everything Changed
The year is 1999. The date is Sunday, July 18th. I was working part-time at WBGH-TV, which at that time, was owned by our sister station in Elmira. I was a Master Control Operator, and I was very good at the job. We still dubbed all our local spots to video tape and I could get an entire day's worth of them done in a single shift.
At that time, B.C. Transit still had yet to add service on Sundays. My dad, may he rest in peace, always offered to pay for my cab ride to and from work that day. So I called the cab at my normal time, went into work and had an uneventful shift.
Sundays, after running the news at 11 p.m., from our sister station in Elmira, WBGH ran "The George Michael Sports Machine" from 11:30 till midnight. The show was always fun to watch, and easy to run. The half hour always went by pretty quickly.
What was not easy, was what I had to do when the show ended. I had to run our last local break, punch into our sister station's feed, and start taping "The People's Court" from a satellite feed.
And I had to get all three things done in just thirty seconds. Once it was done, so was my shift. I would sign off on the official log book, turn out the lights, and call the cab for my ride home.
I'd then walk out of our office, and lock the door behind me.
I usually had a short wait for the cab and that night was no different. I got home around 12:15 or so Monday morning. I ate a light meal, watched a little television, and fed my cat.
To be continued...
At that time, B.C. Transit still had yet to add service on Sundays. My dad, may he rest in peace, always offered to pay for my cab ride to and from work that day. So I called the cab at my normal time, went into work and had an uneventful shift.
Sundays, after running the news at 11 p.m., from our sister station in Elmira, WBGH ran "The George Michael Sports Machine" from 11:30 till midnight. The show was always fun to watch, and easy to run. The half hour always went by pretty quickly.
What was not easy, was what I had to do when the show ended. I had to run our last local break, punch into our sister station's feed, and start taping "The People's Court" from a satellite feed.
And I had to get all three things done in just thirty seconds. Once it was done, so was my shift. I would sign off on the official log book, turn out the lights, and call the cab for my ride home.
I'd then walk out of our office, and lock the door behind me.
I usually had a short wait for the cab and that night was no different. I got home around 12:15 or so Monday morning. I ate a light meal, watched a little television, and fed my cat.
To be continued...
We Are Living In A Fascist State
The article to which I am linking covers things in better detail than I am able to. The city of Portland, Oregon is under occupation by federal agents in defiance of an order issued by the Governor of Oregon.
https://www.commondreams.org/news/2020/07/17/trump-condemned-authoritarian-abuse-power-secret-federal-police-snatch-protesters
I do have a much more pleasant post that I will put up later today. But right now, this is far more important.
https://www.commondreams.org/news/2020/07/17/trump-condemned-authoritarian-abuse-power-secret-federal-police-snatch-protesters
I do have a much more pleasant post that I will put up later today. But right now, this is far more important.
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
This Is Just Too Much
As deaths from Covid-19 continue to increase and as 30 million Americans draw perilously close to losing their enhanced unemployment benefits (full disclosure: I'm one of them), what critical issue or issues did the President deal with today?
None, as far as anyone can tell. What the President of the United States of America did see fit to use his time for was posting a photo to his Instagram account. The photo shows him holding his thumbs up with an assortment of Goya products arrayed on his desk.
Okay, you may be asking, what's up with that?
Last Thursday, Goya CEO Robert Unanue, while attending a press conference in the Rose Garden at the White House, said “We are all truly blessed … to have a leader like President Trump who is a builder.”
Robert Unanue is a private citizen. Goya, the family owned company that he heads up, is privately owned. Mister Unanue has every right to say what he said.
And we who now boycott his company have every right to do that, as well. But as so often happens, a backlash to such actions occurs, and occurs soon after such actions begin.
First, Mister Unanue accused boycott supporters of violating his First Amendment right to free speech. This is patently absurd. When I choose to no longer buy his company's products, I am exercising my right to do business with his company's competitors. I am not issuing a court order forbidding him to make any statements regarding the situation. I am not issuing an order forbidding newspapers from running paid advertisements for the company.
But it didn't end there, of course. Yesterday, Ivanka Trump posted an image of herself holding a can of Goya black beans to her Twitter account. This may be a violation of government regulations concerning "the endorsement of any product, service or enterprise" by executive branch employees.
The President is exempt from those regulations.
But even though what Donald Trump did today is legal, that doesn't change the fact that he wasted his time doing it. This country is on the edge of collapsing economically, politically, and socially.
And this is what our leader chooses to care about.
None, as far as anyone can tell. What the President of the United States of America did see fit to use his time for was posting a photo to his Instagram account. The photo shows him holding his thumbs up with an assortment of Goya products arrayed on his desk.
Okay, you may be asking, what's up with that?
Last Thursday, Goya CEO Robert Unanue, while attending a press conference in the Rose Garden at the White House, said “We are all truly blessed … to have a leader like President Trump who is a builder.”
Robert Unanue is a private citizen. Goya, the family owned company that he heads up, is privately owned. Mister Unanue has every right to say what he said.
And we who now boycott his company have every right to do that, as well. But as so often happens, a backlash to such actions occurs, and occurs soon after such actions begin.
First, Mister Unanue accused boycott supporters of violating his First Amendment right to free speech. This is patently absurd. When I choose to no longer buy his company's products, I am exercising my right to do business with his company's competitors. I am not issuing a court order forbidding him to make any statements regarding the situation. I am not issuing an order forbidding newspapers from running paid advertisements for the company.
But it didn't end there, of course. Yesterday, Ivanka Trump posted an image of herself holding a can of Goya black beans to her Twitter account. This may be a violation of government regulations concerning "the endorsement of any product, service or enterprise" by executive branch employees.
The President is exempt from those regulations.
But even though what Donald Trump did today is legal, that doesn't change the fact that he wasted his time doing it. This country is on the edge of collapsing economically, politically, and socially.
And this is what our leader chooses to care about.
Thursday, July 9, 2020
My Week Thus Far
As we find ourselves closing in on the weekend, I'd like to just talk a bit about how my week has gone, so far.
It's been hot, much hotter than normal for our area. A heat warning was issued yesterday afternoon. I get my weather information from MSN. Their site is easy to use and the information is always accurate. At 4 in the afternoon, they listed a temperature in Binghamton of ninety-five degrees. I checked the current temperature just a few minutes ago and it's much too warm for the 1 a.m. hour at seventy-six degrees. I've had my air conditioner running around the clock for four days now.
I know better than to go anywhere in such weather so the only times I left the building all day were to take out my trash, at about 4:30, and to go one block up to the convenience store, just before 8 o'clock. I really wanted to cook a nice dinner but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I ordered two pizzas and a garden salad from the Domino's just across the river on Vestal Avenue.
I left a note with one pizza telling my fellow residents to enjoy it. I ate two slices of the other pizza along with the salad for dinner.
That covers Thursday.
Wednesday I needed several things from Wal-Mart so I went to their store in Vestal. I was appalled at the number of customers not wearing face masks. Several people also ignored the color codes for which way to enter the various aisles. I got everything I needed in just twenty minutes. I should have had more time to work with, but the #57 bus got there behind schedule. I left myself ten minutes in which to check out before the next #57 was due to arrive.
No problem, right? Wrong. The self checkout stations were only handling debit and credit card transactions. I normally use one of them to check out, but the smallest bill I had on me was a $20 bill and the bus costs just $2. I found a regular register with just three other people in line, two of whom were together.
I should have been checked out with a few minutes to spare, but the first person, whom I've been in line with before, at other stores, took much too long, as usual. The other two people were nice enough to let me get ahead of them. I thanked them when they did that. But I still missed my bus by a few minutes.
No problem, right? Wrong, again. The #47 which would have gotten me to a transfer point with the #5 inbound (which has its stop closest to me just a few hundred feet from home) was behind schedule and I missed the transfer. Long story, short, I sat in the heat for forty minutes before the next #57 came through. That's the one that, had I taken it all the way downtown, would have had me sitting another half hour or so before taking the #5 the other way.
By that time, I was miserable from the heat. I was so relieved when the driver said that if anyone needed to transfer at Binghamton University, she would radio ahead and ask those drivers to wait for us if need be. We made it there with a few minutes to spare.
Tuesday, all I did was walk to the main branch of my credit union to get some cash. The ATM was out of service, but thank goodness, the lobby was open. I walked home and stopped to get a sub for dinner.
Monday, I didn't even leave downtown. I went a short distance, to get a sub and came home.
Today is expected to be a bit cooler, with a high temperature of eighty-two or so. There's nothing I need to do, or nowhere I need to go, so I'm going to take things easy. I'll leave the building just for the two minutes or so it takes me to take out my trash.
I am so bored these days. But I'm safe, which is the important thing. Chances are, dear reader, that you've seen the most recent numbers on Covid-19 by now. I want to write more about all that, but I just don't know if I have it in me to do so.
Wishing you a pleasant and safe weekend.
It's been hot, much hotter than normal for our area. A heat warning was issued yesterday afternoon. I get my weather information from MSN. Their site is easy to use and the information is always accurate. At 4 in the afternoon, they listed a temperature in Binghamton of ninety-five degrees. I checked the current temperature just a few minutes ago and it's much too warm for the 1 a.m. hour at seventy-six degrees. I've had my air conditioner running around the clock for four days now.
I know better than to go anywhere in such weather so the only times I left the building all day were to take out my trash, at about 4:30, and to go one block up to the convenience store, just before 8 o'clock. I really wanted to cook a nice dinner but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I ordered two pizzas and a garden salad from the Domino's just across the river on Vestal Avenue.
I left a note with one pizza telling my fellow residents to enjoy it. I ate two slices of the other pizza along with the salad for dinner.
That covers Thursday.
Wednesday I needed several things from Wal-Mart so I went to their store in Vestal. I was appalled at the number of customers not wearing face masks. Several people also ignored the color codes for which way to enter the various aisles. I got everything I needed in just twenty minutes. I should have had more time to work with, but the #57 bus got there behind schedule. I left myself ten minutes in which to check out before the next #57 was due to arrive.
No problem, right? Wrong. The self checkout stations were only handling debit and credit card transactions. I normally use one of them to check out, but the smallest bill I had on me was a $20 bill and the bus costs just $2. I found a regular register with just three other people in line, two of whom were together.
I should have been checked out with a few minutes to spare, but the first person, whom I've been in line with before, at other stores, took much too long, as usual. The other two people were nice enough to let me get ahead of them. I thanked them when they did that. But I still missed my bus by a few minutes.
No problem, right? Wrong, again. The #47 which would have gotten me to a transfer point with the #5 inbound (which has its stop closest to me just a few hundred feet from home) was behind schedule and I missed the transfer. Long story, short, I sat in the heat for forty minutes before the next #57 came through. That's the one that, had I taken it all the way downtown, would have had me sitting another half hour or so before taking the #5 the other way.
By that time, I was miserable from the heat. I was so relieved when the driver said that if anyone needed to transfer at Binghamton University, she would radio ahead and ask those drivers to wait for us if need be. We made it there with a few minutes to spare.
Tuesday, all I did was walk to the main branch of my credit union to get some cash. The ATM was out of service, but thank goodness, the lobby was open. I walked home and stopped to get a sub for dinner.
Monday, I didn't even leave downtown. I went a short distance, to get a sub and came home.
Today is expected to be a bit cooler, with a high temperature of eighty-two or so. There's nothing I need to do, or nowhere I need to go, so I'm going to take things easy. I'll leave the building just for the two minutes or so it takes me to take out my trash.
I am so bored these days. But I'm safe, which is the important thing. Chances are, dear reader, that you've seen the most recent numbers on Covid-19 by now. I want to write more about all that, but I just don't know if I have it in me to do so.
Wishing you a pleasant and safe weekend.
Friday, July 3, 2020
I Like Candy
Earlier today, I went one block up the street to a convenience store that I get a lot of things from. They sell bread, milk and other basics at reasonable prices. The guys who work there make good subs, as well. I got one today for lunch.
The first thing I did after placing my order for the sub was go to the aisle where they have all the snacks. Now, please bear in mind, I'm fifty-four years old. But sometimes, when I'm trying to decide what snack to get, I'm still like a kid.
It's "Oh, that looks good" and "Wow, I haven't had that in a long time", and other things I say to myself as I consider my choices. Today I got a pack of "Chuckles". If you've never had this, let me explain. These are flavored jelly candies that have been on the market since they were first sold in 1921.
The standard is five pieces to a pack, and has been for as long as I can remember. I like all five flavors but my favorite is the licorice.
I'll probably eat them while watching a movie on DVD later tonight.
Wishing you a safe and fun Independence Day, dear reader.
The first thing I did after placing my order for the sub was go to the aisle where they have all the snacks. Now, please bear in mind, I'm fifty-four years old. But sometimes, when I'm trying to decide what snack to get, I'm still like a kid.
It's "Oh, that looks good" and "Wow, I haven't had that in a long time", and other things I say to myself as I consider my choices. Today I got a pack of "Chuckles". If you've never had this, let me explain. These are flavored jelly candies that have been on the market since they were first sold in 1921.
The standard is five pieces to a pack, and has been for as long as I can remember. I like all five flavors but my favorite is the licorice.
I'll probably eat them while watching a movie on DVD later tonight.
Wishing you a safe and fun Independence Day, dear reader.
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