Covid Update

Well as of today my covid positive son is officially out of quarantine. As it stands right now no one else has or is showing any symptoms. So at least for now we can put this episode behind us.

I just wish the prognosis for our country looked better. In more ways than covid…

Y’all stay safe and be smart out there. Oh, and thanks again forn the well wishes!

Covid In The House!

Are we having fun yet?

Last week my youngest son finished up his work week on Thursday and he slept a lot the next couple of days. I figured, yeah he works outside in the sun, had a long week, sure he ought to be wore out a little. Let him sleep.

The next morning he informed us he had no sense of smell or taste. It was like a huge boulder falling from the sky and squashing us. I took him to a Fast Pace clinic as it was a Saturday and the family Dr. was enjoying his weekend. My son was tested for covid, and as we expected, is positive. We have absolutely no idea where he came down with it.

Now he is on his second week of quarantine, he stays in his room as much as possible, and wears a mask when he goes to the kitchen or the bathroom. If we are around we put our masks on when we see him. Being stuck in his room isn’t too awful as he has a tv, cable, a Playstation with wifi, and a damn mini fridge in there. An eighteen year old’s dream scenario. The only downside is we are a close family and we often hug and jostle around, and spar with wit for fun. We are social. It sucks on both sides not being able to interact. I can hear the rat a tat tat of some sort of weapon from behind his bedroom door. If you are playing Fortnite right now watch out!

Fortunately, thus far, he has had a mild case. He slept a lot at first. Then no smell or taste. After that he battled a lot of body ache for a few days as well as just general discomfort from being ill. Right now his sense of smell is returning slowly and he seems to be over the worst of it. Oddly enough he never really had issue with coughing, wheezing, sneezing, or even a fever that we know of. So a mild case, which is good.

The wife, being a nurse, had to get tested. She tested negative a few days ago. She missed a few of days work already while we were in covid limbo, (well we are still in covid limbo!) but they did let her start back with the negative result. She wears her mask diligently. We are always on the alert for any sort of symptom from any of us and will respond accordingly.

If the wife is negative, maybe I am too. As if she was positive, that would likely be my outcome as well. Anyway neither of us have shown any symptoms as of yet. We are well aware that a negative test today could easily be a positive case tomorrow. Yet we are holding out hope that if we stay smart about this, we can get through it with no added infections.

I have alerted the neighbors to stay away, though a couple do still drop by with full knowledge of the situation. I won’t let them in the house, and I always wear a mask and demand a certain amount of social distance when we interact.

The hell of it is, and this is the clincher, why it is so bad… We, whether we like it or not, are social creatures. It is extraordinarily difficult to not be that which we are. But let’s be damn smart about how we do it.

Y’all stay safe out there, and do NOT visit my place just yet 🙂

How The Lack of Brown Sugar Caused the End of the World

I decided today was the day I was going to make some homemade potato soup and some fresh bread to go with it. Oh my gosh it’s such a great meal. Well to get started I have to get the bread going because it’s a three hour thing getting the bread made, and that’s cheating with a bread machine. But I don’t mind cheating, in fact if our old bread machine goes south I’ll immediately be looking to replace it. Anywho…

I warm the milk and put it in the bread machine pan, then add the 2.5 cups of bread flour, then toss in .75 cup of old fashioned oatmeal. Time for the brown sugar. 2 tablespoons of brown sugar, I go to the container on the counter where I have stored the brown sugar. I know exactly where it’s at. Where it’s been  for the last 3000 freaking years, and it isn’t there. It’s no longer where it has been for the last 3000 years and I’m looking at the clock, it’s all about timing putting a supper together and still have time to grab a quick shower before I have to head out and pick up the wife.

I look in the cabinets low and high. I look in places no one even ought to look for brown sugar. I check the cabinets again, then a couple more times just to make double damn sure. The brown sugar is nowhere to be found.

I recall the wife recently rearranging things in the kitchen. I am certain she has put the brown sugar in some ridiculous place I haven’t thought to look. I’ve been looking now for what seems like 45 mintues and my irritation is growing and the clock just keeps ticking. So I text the wife “Pardon me but where is the GD Brown sugar?!” She replies “what?” I’m like how could I possibly phrase it any clearer? I respond “Brown freaking sugar, where the heck is it?”

So she calls me. “What’s the deal?” I say I am looking for the brown sugar, where the hell is the brown sugar? My voice no doubt becoming notably irritated. In fact she says to me “don’t be yelling at me!” I said honey, I’m not yelling at you ok? I’m just yelling in general at this point. Then she says “have you looked in the container on the counter? “Yes! Yes I have looked there! At least three times! And everywhere else! Where did you put the brown sugar?”

She hesitates for a moment, “Oh didn’t our son use the brown sugar the other day?” I do recall he made some brownies for his girlfriend… The wife says “look for the recipe and see if his recipe called for brown sugar.” I could really care less at this point if the ding dang recipe calls for brown sugar ok? But regardless I spend more precious time looking for the ding dang recipe just because if I don’t I’ll have to keep answering the question “did you find the recipe?”

Well one of the boys has sensed my extreme irritation, no doubt clued by the stream of cussing bouncing off the walls. He finds the recipe! Well what do you know the recipe called for 1/2 cup of… brown sugar! Aha!

My boy had quite likely used the last bit of brown sugar making his girlfriend some brownies, and he neglected to inform anyone that an important household ingredient needs to be replaced.

Reality sets in. I am not going to be able to go to town and get the damn brown sugar and be back in time to get this meal off the ground. Fuck it! Just fuck it, no bread, no soup, will just have to figure something else out. I apologize to the wife and we part our phone conservation on good terms.

Well now I have this bread machine pan half full of ingredients I cannot put back in their containers. Yep that ship has sailed. So I figure I’ll take it out back and toss it all in the woods on the backside of the pond. So that’s what I did. I came back inside to clean the bread machine pan and I realized the little paddle that goes down in the bottom of the pan went over the backside of the pond when I tossed it out!

Jeebus damn frickety Christ! It was this moment I realized if I had the nuclear codes I’d probably just hit every damn red button on my desk. Thereby ending the world as we know it.

So, ya’ll make sure you have brown sugar ok? And make sure the orange idiot has brown sugar, or Big Macs, or triple cheesburgers with a side of lies too. The world is too important!

P.S. I texted my brownie making son with a shortened version of this story then asked him, “Think you can grab some damn brown sugar on the way home from work?”

He came in with 3 bags 😉

 

 

Just Dammit!

I got a message from a friend this morning. He was in recent contact with a positive covid case and we were playing music three days ago. Well that’s bad enough, but just last night my wife informed me that one of the people who live at the house she works at (home health care nurse, pediatric) has also been in contact with a positive case.

This thing is creeping in folks. If it has infiltrated my  backwoods, redneck infested, Tennesee local, there is no place safe.

I contacted my family NP (Nurse Practitioner) and inquired as to my best approach. My possible covid interactions are only a few days in, I wanted to know if I should give it some incubation time, to give the virus a true opportunity to show up in a test if I am a positive case? The reply was “wait until you are showing symptoms, then come in.” Which I took as a yes to my question.

Both possible covid infectees are temporarily furloughed from work until they know the results of their tests. Which right now can take up to two weeks to get the results. So now I can quarantine my ass for a while I suppose. Being a potential maybe, it’s too dangerous, if I care anything about my fellow man, to go about my normal routines even with a mask.

I will have a small cussing spasm now, most definately invoking the stupendous fucking orange idiot and the passel of ignorant, self serving, callous, unempathetic, cold blooded, enabling, rat bastard, R senators and governors infesting our country. Just look the other way, it will be over soon.

Y’all stay safe out there.

 

COMET ALERT!

Comet Neowise, and I just heard about it a couple days ago (I’m slacking) is putting on a good show right now. Unfortunately this one is better suited for those at northern lattitudes. It is quite low in my Tn. sky. Probably a few hundred miles S of me it will be tough, if not impossible to see. I apologize to my southern lattitude readers! The internet will help you see it, but that experience while still good, it just does not measure up to seeing things like this with your own eyeballs.

I went out early with a pair of binoculars this morning, I was up anyway helping the wife get off to work, and searched the NE sky for it. I was stumped at first, I couldn’t find it, then I started looking a little further N and happened across it. It has a spectacular well defined nucleus and a faint-ish long tail. It somewhat resembled an exclamation point low in the N/NE sky.

By the time I got my grab n go telescope setup for a quick view some low level clouds had moved in and while the wife got a look at it, it didn’t look as good as it did a few minutes prior in the binoculars.

But hey, this comet will be with us  for a little while yet, and I will be heading out every morning I’m able to see it. A decent comet is quite a treat for an astro nerd, and it will be for you too! If you have some binoculars don’t miss this one. Comets like this don’t come around often and missing them is a sin in the book of SD.

Even if you have to go to a K-Mart, a Wal Mart, or some sporting goods store to buy a pair of 10×50 binoculars (they are cheap enough and everyone should have a pair anyway!) Or beg, borrow or steal a pair from a friend, get out there and check this one out. You can thank me after you have made bail 😉

For those at northerly latitudes, Comet NEOWISE up in the evening now, too

 

OMG! (Gosh) THIS IS HILARIOUS!

I was browsing over at WEIT (Why Evolution is True,) and in one of the usual Hili Dialogues was nestled this video. I just had to share in case you all haven’t seen it yet.

Do be prepared to possibly wet yourself, maybe a couple of times, because, well dammit this is too funny. It moves a tad slow, but the content is pure gold. I find myself wanting to move to Mexico all of a sudden.

Enjoy:

T- BONE

Literally, we just had T- bone steak for supper. Living high on the hog, I mean cow. Would you believe we found T- bone for sale today for $4.99 per lb? I almost threw my neck out slamming on the brakes. We got T- bone for $4.99 a lb at a time when you can’t buy hamburger for less that six bucks per lb.

I don’t know how the hell that works. I probably don’t even want to know how that works. But for today I am just glad it worked.

We were going to have burgers today (I grill, charcoal,) right now the way things are we only make one burger per person and toss a few hot dogs on the grill to make it stretch a little further. As the price of hamburger is insane and we aren’t exactly independently wealthy. You should know we won’t even do that very often. But when we can, we will.

So steak was a welcome treat. As you probably know steak ain’t exactly been cheap either.

The place we got it is a Save a Lot store. They aren’t usually known as a high end supermarket but we will shop there sometimes. Anywhere you can save a buck or two, seems like a good reason to stop in. And when the sign outside says T-Bone $4.99 per lb. in todays economy, you damn well stop.

Hope you all stay safe, stay healthy, and don’t piss off the cops 🙂

Oh… Another thing I just heard about. The pissant town S of me had a “Blue Lives Matter” parade today. Yeah… I only just now heard about it, didn’t know it was happening, and I’m damn glad I missed it. Y’all might have been seeing my ass getting roughed up by the cops on cable… Bastards. I swear the people here are as as stupid as the orange idiot.

 

ADDENDUM (I CAN’T BREATHE)

Well apparently there was audio I was unaware of, that gave prosecutors the confidence to raise the charge of 3rd degree murder, of George Floyd, to 2nd degree murder. I expect the manslaughter charge still applies as well if for some reason the prosecutors, and/or the courts fail in their duties.

With 1st degree murder requiring pre meditated intent, I was fairly sure that might be difficult to prove with what I saw (and can still remember about what little law was covered in high school,) which is why I felt 3rd degree was a reasonable, more easily provable charge. But hey I’m happy with a 2nd degree felony charge. Throw the book at all of those bastards.

…and never let them or anyone with the tendencies that they have shown, work in law enforcement ever again.

Let there be change from this.

I CAN’T BREATHE

This situation is just so messed up I don’t even know where to start. My very essence weeps at what I have witnessed. No fellow human being on this planet deserves such an indignity. Such a callous disregard for another human,  a police officer showing a downright hateful and sickening comfort during the act of the murder of a black man. The murderer a white man, along with his three accomplices.

Make no mistake, those other 3 men are just as guilty as the man who held his knee on another mans neck till he would breathe no more. If I and another three men robbed a bank and a person was killed, we would all face the charge of murder for that person. Just because these men are police, that gives them no shelter. They are all guilty, as none of them dared to intervene to stop the murder happening in front of them.

I believe the charge of 3rd degree murder as well as manslaughter was the right call. I do not really believe the intent here was murder (which is what 1st degree charge requires.) It is my feeling it was a case of inflated ego of a cop, who thinks because of his position of power, he feels free to abuse suspects. The kind of guy who gets off on roughing people up, because he carries a badge and a gun.

Warning! This narrative sounds like a B movie plot, but here we go…

Back in my youth (age 16 or 17, I don’t remember now) I was a victim of police brutality. I was set up by a damn narc. He gave me about a gram of weed supposedly a gift. He was curious about the route I would take home. Sensing no animosity or evil nature, I told him the way I’d go home. Well, lo and behold, way out in the country on a lonely road, there was a county cop. The two s.o.b’s pulled me over for no good reason at all really, except they knew I had a recent gift in my pocket. They searched my truck, then they came for me. I had the wee bit of weed in my pocket. I tossed in the woods as far as I could sling it. I knew this was some bullshit.

That’s when they attacked me. They gave me a good roughing up, beating me with their fists and batons. They handcuffed and put me in the back seat of the car. My glasses were knocked off of my face, and I asked one of them would they please pick them up. The reply I got was “what glasses?” Fucking bastard.

Well, they looked and looked for that wee little bit of weed, to no avail, and to my great satisfaction. They finally gave it up and started the drive to take me in. As we were under way they were up front talking shit about me, my family, just whatever, trying to get a rise out of me. I remained silent. It continued. One of them said something nasty about my mother, then said “ain’t that right boy?” (this is the south after all) I remained silent. Again, and louder this time he said, “I said ain’t that right…boy?” I remained silent. Remember we are way out on a country road well after dark…

The cop that was driving, and the main instigator, stopped the car. I was seated on the drivers side in the back seat with my hands cuffed behind me. They both got out, opened up the back doors, and the driver of the car went to town beating on my head and face, while the other prick whacked my feet and legs with his baton at the other end. I took a good licking there, lost a lot of hair, it was longer then. After they had had enough they took me in to the police station. Where they set about charging me with resisting arrest! EDIT: Oh yeah, I just remembered they charged me with resisting and Assault on on officer!

I was like, you have got to be kidding me! Neither of them had a hair out of place and I just had the shit kicked out of me, and they were charging me with resisting arrest. (and assault on an officer) Did I ever tell y’all how I really don’t like cops much?

So I know a little bit about the superman complex. It’s the “I’m a cop with a badge and a gun and you ain’t shit!” thing. I believe solely from my experience this is the case with George Floyd. An asshole of a cop with the superman complex, excercising his self appointed powers of brutality. Except this time it resulted in death. And except this time there were cameras rolling to document the scene.

I don’t know if race was an issue here. I don’t know the cop that did this to Mr. Floyd. He could be a racist as well an an asshole cop. All I know is I have seen first hand what cops can do when race isn’t a factor. With that said, I certainly understand that race is an issue, it has been probably soon after man left the savannah. And it is still an ugly side of humanity today. I get it. I condone peaceful protest wherever it may wish to do so. I wish I was close enough to a protest so I could join them. Even if this killer cop has no racial biases, it is still an issue of race. Because it just is, and has been for far too long. It can, and has to be both. Race, and an asshole cop with a superman complex.

Every bit of my being feels for George Floyd right now. The hell of it is this sort of injustice happens every day, to many people from all walks of life. Thankfully they don’t all end in the death of someone. There is something about cop culture that promotes this sort of behavior from our police. That something needs to be rooted out and gotten rid of. We need a police force that can protect and serve. Not a police force we need to live in fear of. A police force for all of us.

Dredging up this part of my past right now has brough forth some bad vibes. I think I’m going to put on some gloves and go hit the heavy bag for a while. I wasn’t ready to deal with this today, I don’t much care for cops. And less so killer cops.

This all better end in some convictions. It had also better start some serious reform in our police.

Ya’ll stay safe, stay healthy. And whatever you do, don’t piss off the cops.

One more thing, just in case anyone was wondering how a knee to the neck can kill. We all have carotid arteries on both sides of our necks. The knee on the neck is what’s known as a blood choke. You cut the flow of blood to the brain and the victim passes out, soon followed by death, if the choke isn’t released very soon after losing consciousness. I’m pretty sure a cop would know that…

 

EDIT: I was driving this morning and as I don’t care much for radio anymore I put over 300 songs on my phone, with bluetooth I have my own radio station. This song came up and I thought wow. It’s appropriate.