The best part of waking up, etc.
I spent the early morning self-quarantining with a medicinal cup of French Roast-Black Lightning from Aroma Coffee of Santa Fe.
No, no, I don’t have the coronavirus. Not yet; not that I know of, anyway. Just the usual attitude. Gotta beat that shit into submission before greeting the day.
I’m not what you’d call a power user of the iPhone, but today I used mine to check the news while propped up on the pillows, enjoying my coffee. Oof, bad idea. The rest of the world seems at least as dumb as I am, which is not reassuring.
For example, I thought people might stop shooting each other for a while. You know, let nature take its course. Nope. What’s next, drive-bys on the drive-up testing sites?
“Yo, I got a test for you, bitch! How fast can you run?” Pow pow pow, etc.
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March 14, 2020 at 10:28 am |
I must confess to buying an extra 50-dose box of Kimbo espresso pods the last time I was at the supermarket, just-in-case. We must not be the only ones around here who like that brand as their stock was getting a little low, though in-a-pinch I coulda grabbed our next choice, a local one called Ionia which was well-stocked in comparison.
Throughout Italy neighbors go out on their balconies at 6 PM each night and sing songs – on our street someone cranks up the national anthem and we clap and wave in a show of solidarity against the challenge of Covid-19 while staying at home. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBEhSNzX0fg
March 14, 2020 at 10:42 am |
I saw the news about the song-fest. Well done indeed. The Italians are a beacon of reason for the rest of us. Who’da thunk it?
March 14, 2020 at 10:31 am |
If you are reduced to actually drinking Folgers coffee, then you know the shit storm has really gotten bad. Justo in our cups this morning.
How’s the ankle coming along?
March 14, 2020 at 10:45 am |
The ankle seems to be doing nicely, from a layman’s perspective. Swelling’s way down, I can see more and more definition in the foot, and I’m walking mostly without crutches (though I use at least one in the morning until all my aged bits loosen up and function more or less normally). Still wearing my Darth Gimp boot, of course.
Follow-up appointment on Monday. A staffer called yesterday to administer the new Coronavirus Quiz.
“Have you been out of the country since your last appointment?”
“Sheeyit, I haven’t hardly left the house.”
“Any cough, or sniffles?”
“Only the usual seasonal allergies, so I hope you’ve been stockpiling Kleenex instead of buttwipe. All my leakage is from the top side. For now, anyway.”
March 14, 2020 at 11:06 am |
Not worried about the insane TP shortage as I still have the dead tree edition of the newspaper delivered. Probably be good for circulation if they advertised that as a benefit.
Patrick, you might consider the use of a cane. Good for keeping people from stepping on your foot, fending off potential Typhoid Mary’s, and, of course, swatting impudent young whippersnappers. More easily carried about than crutches as well.
March 14, 2020 at 11:17 am |
Here’s just the thing for the steel bike riding older gent with Irish roots (pun intended.)
https://www.brazos-walking-sticks.com/knob-root-cane/
March 14, 2020 at 11:24 am |
Ho, there’s an idea. I’ve actually been thinking about a cane, though a shillelagh would of course be my first choice. Never know when you might have to give some gombeen man a puck in the gob.
When I was a “high” schooler my mates and I often dressed in the heighth of gangster-movie fashion for reasons which elude me. I often accessorized my double-breasted pinstripe suit and fedora with spats and a walking stick.
I was gangsta before gangsta was cool, yo. They don’t call me OG (Original Gangsta) for nothin’.
March 14, 2020 at 12:09 pm |
Had to go to Target cuz that’s where our pharmacy is, and it really looked like a deep sea feeding frenzy. One dude would find what he was looking for and grab an armful, and everyone else would see the activity from their peripheral vision and then swarm, instinctively grabbing an armful for themselves without even seeing what it was. After the flesh was picked off the shelving bones, everyone would calm down and wait for the next strike.
We’re way closer to our gnat-picking knuckle-dragging simian cousins than we like admitting.
March 14, 2020 at 12:26 pm |
Good times, hey? Maybe not.
There are a few items I’d like to have in the pantry but without a shillelagh I’m not confident about getting the shopping done.
March 14, 2020 at 5:00 pm |
SAO’: “Civilization” is indeed a VERY THIN VENEER, eh?
March 15, 2020 at 2:55 am |
Amazing, init? Reminds me of when we’d drive 100 miles south to the closest Trader Joe’s (Omaha, NE) to stock up on wine. I’d roll my cart over to the Eye-talian wine section and begin loading up a box with our faves and some dolt would come up and ask “Are you gonna leave any for the rest of us?” Another would come up and wonder “That’s good stuff, eh? Can I have some?” TJ’s shoulda paid me a commission!
You know what my wife says…
March 14, 2020 at 2:01 pm |
Good to hear the swelling is down and that you are enjoying a leisurely cup of brew.
I’m enjoying The Turk banners. Great photos of the Field Marshall.
The Journal still features the same outrageously outdated and incorrect even for that day (February 18) COVID 19 link. I clicked both times after reading the story you linked today and the other day. Outdated mobile sites undercut the credibility of the hardworking and talented staff.
March 14, 2020 at 2:52 pm |
Thanks, Libby. We miss the Turk tremendously, and the banners help keep him alive for us.
I dunno what the story is at the Journal. Undermanned, like everyone else, I expect. Save for assistant managing editors, which they seem to have aplenty. I know one person down there, but we haven’t had a chance to chat lately. For sure the website is in dire need of a redesign.
March 14, 2020 at 2:05 pm |
Not a roll of TP to be seen in La Montonita, Trader Joes, or Vitamin Cottage. Shortages of beans, pasta, canned goods, anything that could be squirreled away. Even one of my whole bean coffee bulk bins was empty.
We went to Total Wine afterwards and fortunately, the alcohol is well stocked.
Hey, Patrick, your city Councilor Pat Davis just wrote an emergency bill to close all gun stores in the Duke City as part of the state of emergency. Of course that is all over social media. How much you wanna bet there is not any ammo left on the shelves in your town? I went over to The Outdoorsman and they were stripped bare of 9mm.
Not sure who is more looney. Pat Davis or those who think they need to stock up for Armageddon.
March 14, 2020 at 2:37 pm |
I think that closing gun stores is the most sane thing I’ve heard in the US of A during this thing we have happening. We’ve just about closed everything else that sustains us.
If you can’t buy TP, kill some people that have it.
March 14, 2020 at 2:46 pm |
The only gunfire I’ve read about in New Mexico is from the usual suspects, who never get their guns through proper channels because they would flunk the 4473 quiz. If we start hearing about armed home invasions to score TP, I’ll agree with you. Methinks this is a back door way for Mr Davis to try to do what he has wanted to do all along.
March 14, 2020 at 2:46 pm |
Hm. It’s not clear to me from this story (about a proposal to expand the mayor’s emergency powers) whether Hizzoner already has the authority to “stop the sale of gasoline and firearms” in the event of a riot or natural disaster.
I read it as saying that he already has these powers, and Monday’s vote would simply add “health emergency” to the list of factors he can cite in calling a state of emergency.
More copy editors, please.
March 14, 2020 at 2:51 pm |
I don’t like giving people emergency powers without strict limits. Kinda reminds me of the 1933 Enabling Acts. Sure wouldn’t trust Orange Hitler with any of them.
March 14, 2020 at 2:56 pm |
There are limits, it seems. A mayor’s emergency proclamation can last 48 hours now; the legislation would extend that to seven days, though council could end it earlier than that, or extend it up to 90 days.
Me, I’d still like to know why no one is in jail over the ART fiasco. But that’s just me being me.
March 14, 2020 at 3:01 pm |
You are not suggesting that ART was a political pie in the sky project that was badly mismanaged, are you?
March 14, 2020 at 3:34 pm |
Only within the constitutionally sanctioned boundaries of humor, parody and satire, of course. You know what a law-abiding fellow I am.
March 14, 2020 at 5:57 pm |
Sometimes its best not to poke the bear. Whether due to the general panic or the Journal story and social media storm that resulted from expanding emergency powers to cover a pandemic, there is not a 9mm bullet to be found in a gun shop up this way. Its just ridiculous. At a time when we should be banding together, this shit happens.
i did bicycle past Sprouts and scored three packages of spaghetti, though!!!
March 15, 2020 at 2:58 am
Wow! If I had any doubts about being here in Italy vs the US of A during this mess, your story erased ’em for good.
“Stock up on TP, spaghetti and bullets Vern, Covid-19 is coming!” WTF?