NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
Some days are pretty darn OK, even when they don’t offer one all that much. Such was the case with my Thursday, Day ____ of being Not Really Quarantined during Pandemic-A-Go-Go 2020.
My Default Switch
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
I try to be positive.
“Try” is the keyword in that sentence.
Tool Time/Macro Monday
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
After Sunday morning’s lackluster dirt road ride, I promised myself two things:
Frogs, Intestines, and Shame
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
Instead of spreading all my errands out over the week—because every day is an open book of pandemic sameness—I chose to spend Friday doing a week’s worth of errands in one day. I’m an idiot.
Can’t Deny It
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
THURSDAY, 10:13 AM
I’ve looked at this blank page of digital nothingness for too long. I’ve got nothing right now. If I stay here looking at the blankness for any longer, I won’t be able to not talk about the fact that I know, ACTUALLY FUCKING KNOW, a COVID denier.
The Post Office Affair
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
I’ve never been to prison. Well, at least not yet, but I have been to the U.S. Post Office in the middle of a global pandemic. And I have to think that they are one and the same. The following is the account of my surreal trip into pandemic-era postal bureaucracy on Monday morning.
Masking Enjoyment
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
“Who was that masked man?
“That’s that chubby guy that’s in here like three times a week buying beer and stuff to make crap Mexican food.”
“Oh, he seemed so confident and manly. I thought maybe it was someone cool.”
“Nope, just a fat guy who drinks too much beer, and eats a lot of Mexican food wearing a homemade surgical mask.”
*BOTH GROCERY CLERKS LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY*
*CREDITS ROLL*
Don’t Hesitate
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
“Hesitation is the mother of invention.” — Keats1
In these days of “the” COVID, and Pandemic-A-Go-Go-ing, if I hesitate for even a moment to do something productive (enough), the moment can quite possibly be lost forever and I’ll find myself sitting in my chair waiting for 3:01 PM2, listening to music until I deem it time to make dinner, watch multiple episodes of Fauda on Netflix and think about going to bed before 7:20.
Being Sort of Sincere
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas
I’m in an apologetic mood. Don’t get too used to it, it won’t last long. But I feel as if I owe those who may have found this shit show of a blog via an actual cycling blog, or other outdoor-related forum, an apology, or at very least an explanation about myself.
Earth Day & Sighs
NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
Happy Earth Day!!!!
I never thought much of Earth Day, it was just sort of there. All I knew is that it was one of those days that right-wing republican types thought was a communist plot to bring down capitalism (I wish it was), and religious nut jobs thought was a day of celebrating witchcraft and worshiping pagan gods while smoking weed (Again, I wish it was). And since I spend my life trying to forget that I’m actually related to people who think that way, I just filed it away under things I support but wasn’t permitted to talk about at the family dinner table. Because that is where I would hear such ridiculous claims as “There is no global warming, or “climate change” as they call it now. The earth wobbles and tilts.” Umm… OK… What does that even mean, and what’s your point? It wobbles, tilts, AND the icecaps are melting, the sea is rising, animals are dying, the earth is burning, and man is killing it in the name of the almighty dollar. Sigh.