31 March 2020: some humor, more of the other

How in god’s name is it still March? And no, Jack’s money was not returned. :(

I regularly dislike Alexa; even when I turn her off, I am certain she is listening, and the other day I told her to play a famous Queen song, and she played a flipping COVER of it. Almost unforgivable. But this is a solid, and I’ll give her points:

“Alexa, who is the worst president ever?”

Thank you, Elan.

Lotta sent me another hilarious gem: Heading to the hairdresser after quarantine.

And this production by a family of six is inspired!

I gotta say that I continue to be desperately sad and appalled by the way Agent Orange Shitweasel is handling Covid-19. Perhaps you saw the field hospital being set up in Central Park right now. For some reason, that image just gutted me today. I mean, America is one of the wealthiest, most advanced countries in the world, and some our of citizens will die in a tent in a park in the year 2020.

Perhaps also you saw this:

So, yeah. Where are the tests? Where is the protective gear for our frontline workers? Why are Florida’s and Mississippi’s governors and Liberty University’s president and way too many red state, right wing, evangelical people listening to trump rather than scientists and refusing to act in ways that protect their citizens, students, congregants, neighbors, and peers? It’s terrifying, selfish, and gross. It is deplorable. It’s evil. And it comes from the top, from the shameful “leader” we are being weakened by. We need to vote out so many people in November. Please support Blue efforts in all ways that you can.

30 March 2020: Daily WTF

I have been a hot, peevish mess today, but having recently spent hours going ape sh*t uprooting a sizable root ball in my back yard and then replanting the area with dahlia bulbs, I feel better. Jack has been working hard with his lawn- and pet-care business, and today, as Maryland’s shelter in place order was announced, we were walking to the bank to deposit a fistful of bills in his account. Somehow, he dropped the fistful. We looked everywhere. A neighbor drove by and said she’d seen someone on a bike pick it all up and it didn’t look right and she was so sorry. I sent a notice to our listserv and have heard nothing. I feel so badly for my sweet boy. And FFS people, if you find a wad of cash, try to find out who it belongs to because it probably wasn’t left for you. F(&&(^(ing sh(&()&(t.

So, that root ball attack was supremely helpful. I also made two chocolate cakes that my friend Liz and her son recently made and reviewed very positively, and the kids had a successful first day of “school” post spring break.

On the humor front, I appreciate the following.

Who lost their dog? As an aside, if you are not following Rex Chapman on Twitter, you should. He is a font of delight. Maybe I need one of these birds, BTW. They crack me up.

Solo(?) dancing.

laughing and also crying

Lastly, and in admittedly juvenile and yet pretty hysterical humor, look who delivered our dinner tonight:

Bless his heart. It’s not every day that Sex brings you dinner.

LOVELY:

A beautiful thank you.

29 March 2020: Daily Humor + Lovely + Whatever

Thank you sweet baby whomever is in the skies that the rain went on vacation for a good few hours today. I desperately needed to get out and work hard, and now all my muscles are trembling in the best way. Plus, I made 80 meatballs and homemade sauce, and dinner was sublime. Thank you, dear husband, for going to the store.

Humor:

Delightful beyond compare: Don’t Be Cruel. If you don’t love birds, why don’t you??

For all working from home these days, a bit of tele-humor:

If y’all aren’t following Richard Marx on Twitter, you’re missing out for a variety of reasons. Plus, who doesn’t need a haircut, now or in the immediate future? OMG.

Gallows funny, thank you, Mom.

Funny-not funny

Moving/Uplifting:

I love Roger Cohen, journalist and writer-extraordinaire always, but if you missed his most recent, please read: Silent Spring.

And for a bit of escapist glory, the Rotterdam Philharmonic plays Ode to Joy from afar but together. Stunning.