Quarantine game night munchies.

Quarantine game night munchies.

We had a video conference tonight with my family, my sister and her family, and my brother and his family. Everyone is okay. Going a tiny bit stir crazy maybe, but otherwise okay. It made me very happy.
I mentioned in one of my psychotic, depressed rants yesterday that we are trying to give ourselves the illusion that we have control over at least some parts of the current situation. Deluded? Yeah, probably.
One thing we are doing to exert control over the universe is making the bed every morning. Neither Jen nor I are the kind of people who worry about making the bed every day. In the current circumstance though? Yeah, we’re making the bed every morning. Control what you can. Forget about all the rest.
One of the slew of guitar orientated BookFayce groups I belong to had a post a few minutes ago where one of my fellow members confessed to stress-buying a guitar pedal.
Fulltone is a company that manufactures pedals. I own three of them. Well… more like two and a half. Two different versions of one pedal, and then a second pedal. Whatever. Suffice to say they make good stuff and I am a happy repeat customer. I am also on their email list. I got an email from them a few minutes ago. I read some updates on things they are working on and I think I literally salivated a little.
Unlike my fellow BookFayce sufferer, I have managed to stop myself from stress-buying… anything. Not just guitar gear, but anything. The only thing I’ve spent money on since the quarantini kicked off is food and one tank of gas in the Kia. That’s it.
My thinking is simple. If we don’t spend any money during the quarantininess, I should be able to afford a new Les Paul once it’s all over. If it lasts another month or so I’ll be able to afford one of those sweet 2019 Les Paul Standards (with the gold finish because I’ve always wanted a gold top). If it lasts through the Spring, like many people believe it will, I’ll be able to afford a nice late 60’s Les Paul Custom, in black, of course. If it lasts into next year… well… with that much money saved we can start looking at something from the late ’50’s. Probably not a Burst (capital B) but maybe a ’56 or a ’57? Maybe a ’59 junior? Sky’s the limit, kids!
My wife and I just took a 15 minute walk around the block.
I’m not going to say I feel all better. I don’t feel all better, but I do feel better. My back is aching a bit, but at least I got some fresh air. If it were 10 degrees warmer we’d open all the windows in the house too. You take what you can get though.
Last night I had a really bad night’s sleep. I slept a decent length of time, but I was more exhausted when I woke up than when I went to bed. Yesterday was the same. I blame two little events that happened on sleepiness.
Yesterday before work, maybe around 8:00 AM, I was sitting in the office trying to write a melody for one of my March Music RPMarch songs. I wasn’t getting anywhere and I decided to go and get myself some breakfast. I got up and walked through the office door. Somehow I misjudged the spacial relationships (like sum kinda cat with cut off whiskers or something) and I slapped my left elbow against the door. I got it right on the funny bone. MuthaPussBucket!
Last night after work I was sitting in the office trying to write lyrics to one of my March Music RPMarch songs. I wasn’t getting anywhere and I decided to take a break. I was going to grab some cookies (Nutter Butters, aka Bliss) and watch an episode of The Flash. On my way back from the kitchen I again misjudged the spacial relationships (like some kinda chump) and I slammed my right elbow against the door. I got it right on the funny bone. MuthaPussBucket!
Note: My spell check does not flag MuthaPussBucket as a misspelled word, even though it isn’t even really a word. One of the times I typed it I misspelled it as MuthaPussPucket and the spell checker flagged it. Do I use the word MuthaPussBucket so often that the spell checker lets it slide?
To paraphrase my high school principal’s morning announcement sign off, have a happy and healthy day and don’t forget to wash your damn hands.
Well we sure had the rug pulled out from under us yesterday.
Social Distancing. We’re doing it. We’re working from home, we’re staying away from other people as much as humanly possible, we’re cutting back on our trips to the store and all that fun stuff.
We’re not necessarily staying at home, though that might change, but we are not coming anywhere near other humans. We are taking walks around the neighborhood. Other people are around and we wave and say hello, but we aren’t approaching anyone. We also go for drives. We only get out of the car if we’ve been going too long and need to stretch our legs, in which case we find an empty parking lot, or if we need gas, in which case we don’t go near other people.
We thought that was the way it was all around. We were wrong.
Our first quarantine road trip was just a couple of exists up route 93. Our second was much longer. We drove to Concord, NH and then to Rochester, NH and then home. Yesterday, for road trip three, I had the bright idea to drive up to the ocean and wander up the coast. I suggested it for two reasons. One, seeing the ocean always feels good. Two, it would be fun to see the beaches empty on a weekend day. You know, everyone will be home so we’ll have the road to ourselves.
Wrong.
We drove to Salisbury Beach. We didn’t approach the beach itself, but at the end of the runway there were some cars parked on the road and a few people could be seen in the distance. Nothing much different than what I expected. The parking lots were empty. Then we turned north and headed to Hampton Beach across the state line and the bubble burst.
Hampton Beach is much bigger than Salisbury, and the ocean can be seen from the road. That’s why I like that drive. There is crap tons of parking and nice sidewalks for folks to hang out on before walking onto the beach. Yesterday we were shocked. The parking lots were nearly full and the sidewalks, while not mobbed exactly, were really busy. I didn’t see any specific groups of larger than 10 people. I saw what looked like a family of seven, and a group of eight older teenage kids. No one was in a group of 10, but on the sidewalk there were 100 or so groups of two and three, all walking up and down the street together. Were they all six feet apart? Absolutely not. It was a typical busy street. The traffic was crazy too. It wasn’t summertime at the beach traffic, but it was about normal for a cold day in early spring.
If one person in that sidewalk crowd was carrying the virus without showing symptoms then hundreds (at least) of people were exposed. What the hell were these people thinking? Worst of all? Almost all of the people we saw were middle age and older. They were almost all in the high risk group. All of them. Hundreds of them. Again, what the hell are these people doing?
I felt stupid just being in the same time zone as these people. I thought we were being as safe as we could be. Now this. Just amazing. Every single one of those people had their head shoved firmly up their own ass. I still can’t believe it. It makes me want to stay at home with the doors locked. I knew that the average person in America was kinda dumb (half of them voted for Trump after all) but my faith in my fellow man has been completely shit on.
Stay home, you friggin’ morons.
Having a cat means that I will always be at the top of my baby talking to animals game. So long as there is a cat in our house I will always be practicing and perfecting my baby talking to animals craft.
I wonder what she thought as we all spent the entire week in the house. Even including vacations, we’ve never all stayed home for a full week. I’m guessing she was pissed, then forgot all about it, then was pissed, then forgot all about it… wash, rinse, repeat.
Anyone else sick of this shit yet? My love and I could have gone out for a dinner date last night but we couldn’t. I would have had a band practice tonight (probably) but I won’t. Bellana could have been on a trip to Montreal with friends from school but she’s not. Harry could be counting through all the big bucks he made working at the restaurant last night but he’s not.
This sucks. This also isn’t going to end any time soon.
Crud.
My wife made a command decision. She said that even after all this quarantini stuff is over she’s kinda done with visiting Manhattan.
I proposed that from this day forward all of our vacationing would be in Iowa or Kansas or some other mostly empty place.
Also, today we had a Socially Distanced visit. We went to Jen’s mom’s house but we didn’t go inside. We stood in the driveway while she stayed on the front porch. We managed to visit in person without coming anywhere near each other.
We also tried buying groceries with instacart. I don’t recommend it. The buyer got literally everything on our list wrong. What the ever loving fuck are we supposed to do with two packages of salted cod and three six packs of… I can’t even say it, it’s too awful… caffeine free Diet Pepsi?
I ended up going to the super market myself… twice. Oh well.