They are gone. We can relax now. Well, now that everything has been thoroughly disinfected and all.
They used a couple of our pans to empty out the drain hose from the old washer. Those pans are now test driving the new dishwasher. They also told us that the metal rack in the microwave oven is safe because it’s a single, continuous piece of metal and there are no arc points. I’m sure that’s true, but I’m still removing it.
They are here. They are installing a dishwasher, a microwave, a power outlet for the dishwasher, and a shut off valve for the water to the dishwasher.
I’m not panicking, but I am freaking out a little.
I’m not freaking out yet, but I will probably start to any minute now.
Why?
We’re getting a new dishwasher delivered today. In normal life, that would be something to be excited about. Instead we live in coronavirus world where the idea of having a team of delivery people (three are expected) coming into my house for literally any amount of time is panic inducing, never mind that they will be staying here long enough to remove our old dishwasher and then install and test the new one.
The delivery window is 7:00am to 1:00pm and we were told we are the first delivery. We were also told not to expect anything until after 9:00 as they have to make some stops to load up their truck before they come here.
It is currently 8:33am. I won’t begin the official freak out countdown until we get the phone call telling us they are 30 minutes out. Once that call comes I expect to start sweating and maybe getting chills and mild shivers.
Coronavirus can suck my fat ass.
I just looked up the COVID-19 numbers for Massachusetts for today. The state had less than 100 new cases. The last time we had less than 100 new cases in one day was March 20th. It’s been almost three months.
What does that mean? Likely nothing. In all the time we’ve been looking at the daily numbers, we’ve noticed that reports for Monday often feel on the low side. It’s almost like people chose to not go to the hospital on Sunday nights.
Still, caveats aside, it’s really nice to see a daily infection number that’s under 100. There were 87 new cases in the last 24 hours, and 23 deaths. The last time the death count was this low was April 5th. Rest in peace, my neighbors.
I really hope this downward trend continues. The national numbers are down today as well, but the overall trend is still up. Let’s hope those numbers turn around too… though we can pretty much guaranteed that they won’t. Too many states are opening up way too soon for that to happen.
Wash your hands and wear your masks and stay healthy.
Is this a thing now? Monthly quarantine anniversary posts?
Three months ago today was the day after my company told us not to come back to the office.
It’s normal now. We’ve reached the point where going back to the office is the strange thing. The previous 15 years worth of normal has become the scary unknown.
It’s not just work. Going to the store, visiting friends and family. It’s all scary now. It’s all freaky and weird.
Three months down, and we are expecting probably another three months at least. It depends on this “second wave” of course. For all the people who are seeing the states with infection counts climbing who are thinking this is the start of the second wave, you are wrong. The first wave never ended. Our selfish, disgusting neighbors just told themselves it did so that they could force other people to open their stores and restaurants and gyms and hair salons and service them. No, the first wave is still going.
Two million Americans infected. 115,000 Americans dead. Sure, let’s reopen all of the businesses.
Happy Quarantinaversary, everyone. Yippee.
All those right wing scum bags arming themselves to the teeth and storming into their state houses like the terrorists they are, demanding their hair stylists risk their health and go back to work so that they can get their hair cut.
Screw those terrorist pricks.
Back on May 8th my hair was longer than it had ever been. It was so long in the front that it was funny as hell. My wife gave me a glorious birthday gift when she cut it for me.
Fast forward to today, the three month anniversary of my last day in the office before my company shut down the buildings, the love of my life gave me another haircut. This time there was no messing around. She lopped off the places that were too long and then buzzed it like you’ve read about. Amazing.
It’s not quite high and tight, but it’s as short as I’ve had it since I was a little kid. It’s perfect. Bring on the summer.
Thank you, my beloved Jen. I know you were nervous about it, but you did great and I appreciate it so much. I love you!!!
We placed an order with Instacart today. It included a half gallon of ice cream.
mmmmm Ice cream.
Instacart delivered it without issue. Except that it was mostly melted. I’m guessing we weren’t their only stop tonight.
Noted for future reference.
This one is more of a pissed off rant than a stir crazy observation. I’m a little pissed and I need to vent.
We are signed up for an exterminator service. Our house is in the woods and there are bugs everywhere. We get ants (YOU WANT ANTS? ‘CAUSE THAT’S HOW YOU GET ANTS!*), we get bees, we get ticks, we get spiders. It’s wild freakin’ kingdom.
Once a month I get an email, a text, and a phone call all within a few minutes of each other saying that they are coming on such and such a day and please leave your gates open so they can access your property and whatever.
Last month when the service day came I had the windows open in the bedroom. The technician knocked on the door to ask me to close them. When I opened the door I was really surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing a mask. I didn’t have one handy so I stood as far back from the door as I could, but it is my house and I’m inside. It should not be on me to wear a mask, it should be on him. I get an email after each appointment where I have an opportunity to rate their service. I let them know how upset I was that their representative failed to wear a mask when he stood on my door step.
This morning was the first appointment we’ve had since I gave them a bad review. Just after I punched in to work the doorbell rang. What the hell? No open windows today. This time I put on a mask before I opened the door. There was a technician standing on my step. It was a different guy, but he too was maskless. Why did he ring the doorbell? To tell us he was here, and to introduce himself. Without a mask.
What. The. Fuck?
The Commonwealth of Massachusetts’ guidelines state that you should wear a mask when out in public. That guideline has been in place FOR MONTHS. What the hell kind of business allows their representatives to show up to a customer’s house without a fucking mask on his fucking face? How?
I don’t give a shit if you think COVID-19 and Coronavirus are a joke. I don’t care. I don’t think they are a joke. I take them very seriously. Very Seriously. That’s what matters. If you want to keep my business then you will at least give lip service to MY safety and PUT A FUCKING MASK ON YOUR FUCKING FACE.
I sent another bad review. Much worse than the last one. If I get any response less than an offer to orally service me, then I am cancelling my account with them.
I started this post in the hope that venting would make me feel better. It didn’t work. It’s had the exact opposite effect. Wear a fucking mask.
*If you’ve never watched the show Archer, go watch the show Archer. Now.
Not so much a stir crazy thing, more of a crazy quarantine related factoid.
I can’t remember the exact dates, but I think I have them. On or about Wednesday March 11, 2020 I filled the gas tank in our Mazda. My memory is less clear on this, but it was either Saturday March 7, 2020 or Saturday March 14, 2020 that I filled the gas tank in our Kia.
Fast forward to Monday June 8, 2020. I filled the gas tank in the Kia. We were down to 3/16th of a tank so it was time.
There were no other fill ups for either car in the the intervening time. The Mazda still has half a tank left from the March 11th fill up.
My commute from home to the office is about 33 miles or so and usually takes an hour and a half (on average, I think) each way. My wife’s commute is less than that but she often spends an hour each way. The very concept of going three months on a single tank of gas is so far out of the realm of possibility that my mind is having a hard time processing it. I would normally go through a tank every four days in the Mazda. The Kia is a hybrid. The tank is only about 9-10 gallons, but it could usually go 5-6 days without a fill up.
The Kia went three months and the Mazda is three months and counting.
I simply cannot get over it.
Mind = Blown.
I’ve probably written this exact post before, but I’m too lazy to look back and check.
My eyes. My eyes are getting really tired, really fast these days. By 3:00 or so on more days than not my vision is a blurry mess. It’s not so bad that I can’t deal with it, but it’s just a major pain.
I need to have my eyes checked. I need a new set of prescription glasses. I need one set of glasses for general use, one set of glasses for reading so I can start reading actual books again (because reading with the progressive lenses is about as much fun as getting kicked in the nards), and I need a set of sun glasses too.
Of course we know that’s not happening because of COVID-19. No way I’m going to put myself in a situation where a couple of different people are going to have to get right up close to my face to check out my eyes. Mask or no mask, it’s not worth it. If it keeps getting worse there might be a point where reward starts to outweigh risk, but until then? Screw that. I’m not risking bringing the plague into my house. No, no, and no.
Blah.
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