As we set to open all this back up again and get this campus rolling, I bare witness to some of the most irrational though process. With COVID numbers at an all time high and hospitals reaching capacity, we are gung-ho on turning this machine on again. What my eyes have witnessed, no one has a damn clue how it’s even going to work.
I was sitting in my office the other day listening to someone say that he believe COVID will “disappear” when and if Biden is elected president. I marveled at the stupidity of what I was hearing. For one, I don’t think our government is competent enough to pull off something world wide. Let’s face it, both sides of the spectrum, it’s amazing they are potty trained. So to hear this… I kept my mouth shut behind my mask. My eyes said something, if anyone was looking. I wondered to myself, how many people think like this? How can they? Why would they? The lost loved ones. How insensitive can one be? This guy also wants the bars open again. Now, I feel for the bar employees. Concert venues. Artist. It’s a drag. It’s crushing. I wish a solution was…. available. Its just not. This guy… so passionate about this all being, as Leroy so enthusiastically says, “bulls***”. So I was happy when a friend called and I was able to “get the f*** out” of the office. I was mentally dialing 911 and she picked up.
Bekah in quarantine is something. Our internet apparently sucks. I knew this from my own time at home. It really limits what you can do when it drops off and on. I think she is having a hell of a time adjusting. Week 1 wasn’t the easiest for me either. I hope her test results come back AOK and she can get back to the job. Marketing isn’t easy at nursing homes right now, and being stuck at home makes it worse. Plus, lunch was my meditation time, the only time I had to myself during the day, and now that’s gone. Haha. I do love seeing here though. It’s just been so long since I’ve had weekday lunch with anyone but my dogs and cats. A long time meaning years.
I should re-title this “Grumpy Blog pt 2”. I’m really not, though. More like I’m deflated. I’m anxious about the uncertainty. It’s hot. I hate the heat. And stupid people give me a headache. And they drive me to drink. I worry this will be the remainder of my summer. Possible year??? Probability is high. The only thing I’m looking forward to right now is cooler weather and that’s a long long long long long LONG time away. What a bummer. What a bummer.
Jalapeño
Sunday brunch was pulled pork hash with a poached egg and hollandaise sauce.
Bacon wrapped BBQ chicken thigh with so grilled okra.
Italian pork tenderloin w/ brussel sprouts.
Grilled sweet & sour chicken w/ broccoli.
I’ve realized I’ve never made this meal. It’s all Bekah. Red enchilada chicken. It’s easy and it’s good. I’m always happy to have it and have a break from cooking.
Margherita pizza.
En Fuego 