Fiddle-dee-dee

Are you nervous about tonight? I am. Everyone’s so angry.

I put this on Facebook already today, but let’s say you’re Sadie and you’re not ON Facebook. Every day I draw one tarot card to kind of tell me about my day ahead. I know it’s very likely not true but I enjoy it so shut up. Anyway, here is today’s card:

Weird. Weird Harold. Weird.

Anyway, let’s talk about something else because I can assure you someone is shrilly talking about today’s events somewhere online or on TV or outside your door or maybe in the next room, if you’re stuck living with someone.

Let’s talk about how weird I’m getting. I can’t imagine living with someone any longer. I really can’t. To have to share your food and have someone making noise in another room and vetoing your paint color? Oh my god that sounds awful. I don’t know when I switched over into this person, but here I am. The one that you love. Go away.

Not to mention if I lived with someone they SURELY woulda put the kibosh on keeping Forest Lawn. Right?

Despite sounding like the Unibomber with my hermitage, Lottie Blanco is coming over today! She lives outside of Greensboro, and in my mind it’s only 15 minutes away, then I actually go to her house and I need to pack a lunch and a sherpa and get a TripTik to get over there, and don’t even talk about the drive home, where you’re tired and the trees start to look like Where the Wild Things Are and you’re wondering if you will EVER see your doorstep and you kiss the ground when you do.

I think she lives like 45 minutes away. Whatever. It feels long.

Anyway she is coming to town and is bringing me chili that her wife made. She isn’t coming all the way here just to bring me chili, although there is nothing wrong with that and it wouldn’t be weird at all. But since she’s out and about, she’s coming over. Masked. Distanced. Still.

It’ll be nice to see The Blanco.

When “all this” started, she said to me, “I can’t believe you’re going through this quarantine alone” and I said, “I can’t believe you’re going through this quarantine with somebody.”

Lottie Blanco is an extrovert. Also emotionally more adjusted than me.

Speaking of emotional, now I’m all worried about Dooce. Dooce used to be a famous blogger and now she’s really just sort of an Instagrammer. She had an MRI yesterday and might have, like, a brain tumor or something and now I’m all nervous waiting to hear. And she famously starts to tell you something and then just never mentions it again, which is enough to drive you berserk. So she better follow up this time.

Anyway, she’s been looking terrible and acting erratic all year, and has had myriad health symptoms so maybe now we’ll know what’s going on and I know I don’t know her but I’m all upset.

I hate medical waiting. It always traumatizes.

I guess that’s all I have to say today, other than Forest is here as per usual and he keeps putting his PAW on the MOUSE and adding extra spaces and things. I’m torn between charmed and annoyed. He has his chin on my hand and his head bobs with each letter I type.

Here are photos I took yesterday evening, as I was wrapping up the workday. Literally. I got ribbon out and everything. Anyway, please to ignore the Pirate’s Booty. You want a pirate’s booty, look behind me. Mother of God I have gotten huge. This is the fattest I have ever been and I hate self long time.

It might have something to do with the part where I stay home, sit around, and eat all day. I’m not sure, though. Could be the dryer shrinking my clothes.

Well, good luck tonight, unless you’re voting for the person I am not. Harrrr. Try to stay relatively sober, although one of my coworkers is taking tomorrow off. “Are you planning to be hung over?” I asked him.

Yes.

At the 12 Oaks barbecue moments before a Civil War,
June

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  1. I have a bumper sticker on my car that says OBIE WON KENOBI YOU’RE OUR ONLY HOPE. VOTE OBIE WON. That was from four years ago. It holds up, I think. I think either option is scary but Halloween is over.

    Enjoy, or hope you enjoyed since I’m late, your chili.

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  2. Moved to AZ last fall. Not sure why now, as we regularly see people who fly confederate flags off the back of their trucks and they think it’s ok.I’ve lived in mostly blue states all my life but my husband and I thought this would be a lovely town to live in. It is beautiful but now we know it’s racist and we are disgusted. Right now AZ is going for Biden, not the county we live in however. Thinking of moving again at 66 and 73. We will not spend our final days living among the lowest of the low. Proud of AZ for possibly flipping blue but it’s not my intention to live somewhere where I feel it is dangerous to display a political sign or bumper sticker for fear of being run off the road or having our car or home damaged. Our country is in a mess right now. For those of you who disagree, or if you, Karen, don’t want to post this, so be it. We are fucked as a country because hate has become the norm, name calling has become the norm, evil has become the norm. Be well, be safe, and wear a mask, goddammit.

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  3. I’m late commenting but I have to join the masses and say that card pull is indeed freaky! I’m so tired of the bickering and I just want things to calm down. I wish that I could just snap my fingers and go forward 6 months. I had to pick my youngest up from school today because of a possible exposure. 80 kids are out with 30 being positive. Two more weeks of distance learning. We lived in Virginia in the beginning of this nightmare and that state handled things very quickly. We shut down immediately. Now we are in Oklahoma, land of the flat earthers and it’s like I am having flashbacks. It’s all just getting started here and no one is taking it seriously.
    Dooce. Ohhhh Dooce. If ever there was a hot mess express. I’m worried that she is playing with our emotions but still hoping that she is okay.

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  4. I’m meeting a friend for lunch (outdoor venue, masks, socially distanced),stocking up on water and toilet paper in anticipation of the upcoming turmoil, then hunkering down and trying to stay away from the tv until our voting deadline is passed. The more I think about the day, the tenser I get.
    Lovely post, lovely pets, lovely Joon.

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  5. At the 12 Oaks barbecue moments before the Civil War. Exactly. And I’m having flashbacks to 2016 and it is not pleasant.

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  6. I miss Triptiks. Turning those pages was so satisfying.

    And you’re right. It is like being at the Twelve Oaks barbecue. Scary.

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  7. Forest halp to type. My cats are only snuggly with me in bed when we’re sleeping. Of course, I tend to do everything on my bed these past few months. (My bedroom is the only place with a TV right now. The living room one bit it, and I didn’t get around to replacing it. So it’s all tv, all laptop, all phone all the time on my bed with the cats.

    I second you in the living alone. I don’t have to ask anyone for their stupid opinion on any aspect of my life, (although, like you, my Mom gives it to me anyway) and I’m afraid if I went back to cohabitating, I would be a dick!

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  8. I love the new clean feeling format. I wish one of our cats was snuggly. They are sweet but both are pretty independent. The dog however is pretty needy. That Dooce is quite a character. Kind of weird that she is only now getting a brain MRI as something is clearly wrong with her. If she’s terminal, I wonder if her strangeness is the legacy she intended to leave. Seems like as much as she goes on and on about herself and her health issues, she (not her loved ones) have not really done much in the way of figuring out what’s really wrong… because something HAS to be wrong with her, right? Who knows, maybe they’ve been all over it like flies on a rib roast and can’t find anything physically wrong. She sure acts like she’s a sinking ship though.

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  9. Fiddle-dee-dee-indeedy. Lovely post, lovely June. I’m so glad I don’t live in a swingy battleground state. I just have to listen to endless Medicare Advantage Plan commercials. They are annoying but not rage inducing. But sadly they won’t end until December.

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  10. “Not to mention if I lived with someone they SURELY woulda put the kibosh on keeping Forest Lawn. Right?”

    Wrong, adorable kitten is adorable. How could anyone put a kibosh on that one?

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  11. At the 12 Oaks barbecue moments before a Civil War. BBQ sounds delicious. I’ll have a BBQ plate please, hold the Civil War.

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    1. Sadie, sadly Dean’s BBQ had a fire that got out of control and they haven’t rebuilt, mainly because of family feuding (I hear). It’s a sad say in our area with Dean’s. We have to drive to the next county to get BBQ that’s kind of close to Dean’s.
      Tee

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  12. Of course Mr. Lawn was trying to play with your mouse. He’s a cat. WordPress has been messing with me lately and demanding that I sign in. Don’t know how to stop it. Congratulations to L Tap. And may everyone’s favorite candidate win tonight.

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  13. Let’s say I’m Sadie and I thank you for sharing your tarot card here because I wouldn’t have wanted to miss it.

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  14. Is it possible that Forest is trying to guide your hands to type his thoughts? 😹 Have a good day- see you all on the other side (of this Vote Day crap).

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  15. I will not even get in the scale!!! I’m moving summer clothes and I have so many really nice clothes that are two sizes too small and the sad part I don’t have any incentive to try to change that situation. I feel like I’m in survival mode, like most of us my outings consist of the grocery store, drive-thru drug store and doctor. I’m ready to be released from this jail.
    Forest thinks he’s king of the castle.
    Tee

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    1. P. S. If I had any technical skills I would attach my photo of the Fiddle-dee-dee mural on a building in my little historic town. [sad emoji]
      Tee

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  16. “I hate it when I lose an irk like that.” Dead. I have vowed not to look at the news today and now here you are, all newsy with Dooce and chili. But THIS kind of news I can handle. And now I want chili. Love the Fur Menagerie, my dear!

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  17. The new white space, today especially, is welcomed.

    I commented on FB, but that card.. OooWeeeOooo indeed!

    I hope the results are the way I want them to be so I’m not crying again tonight/tomorrow, but I also just want the fecking FB ads to STOP. And yes, for us all to get along again. That is unrealistic, though

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  18. I loved this today. The sunlight in the pictures, the tarot message, the Gone with the Wind sign off. I have never minded being by myself. I can amuse myself for hours and days. But I am a little like ol’ Thoreau, “I want to live simply and alone” but I do have to sneak off the farm every now and then for some people time. But as I get older, that people time is much shorter, and I’m selective who I spend it with. And I’m crotchety about it. I can feel when I’ve had enough and it’s time to go back and cocoon for a bit. I’m on my way to a Grey Gardens existence, but I’m okay with that.

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  19. Oooooohhh, that card is freaky-deaky! I like the new theme although now I miss seeing the old photos, wahhhhh, first world problems. Ok, off to have a valium with my coffee today.

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  20. Lottie Blanco bringing you chili is the best. I also made chili last night, but I won’t be driving the 15 minutes to your house to share it. 15 minutes plus 5 hours. I’m afraid it would somehow disappear during the drive.

    Forest with his chin on your hand and continual head bobbing is his miniaturized version of Milhous garbage-container ride.

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    1. Last week I was taking those cans to the curb and Mil came LEAPING out from nowhere to jump on top of that lid. I mean, I seriously don’t know where he came from.

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  21. That pic of Edz cracks me up! If he had a thought bubble it would be “Whyyy so many cats, MOMMMM?!”

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    1. Oh my god, Forest tortures him. Forest wants nothing more than to bite Edsel’s tail, and claw at his dog feet, and Edsel will not dare snap at Forest or growl or anything, and I’m all PUT THAT CAT IN HIS PLACE but he will not.

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  22. Yes, I am nervous and worried. I am not generally an anxious or fretful person. All this turmoil is getting to me. For the last several years I have been Rodney King, well, ever since we heard of him, which is more than several, I’m sure. My point is, “Why can’t we all just get along?” During my early days with child protective services, I had a trainer who said, “Some people just love chaos, and if there is no chaos, they will create it.” After 36 years in social work, I have had my fill of it. Now that I am retired, I just want peace.

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    1. I watched The Social Dilemma recently and it explained why everyone is fighting right now. I highly encourage everyone to watch it.

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  23. Lovely post Coot.
    I will be so glad when this election is over so we can stop with the political ads. Also you know what irks me? I mean besides everything. What irks me is, okay, every thing. I mopped the floor yesterday and here comes Mr. Kahuna with his big muddy boots tromping all over. That irks me. Times like that make me long for my single days.
    Also, and too, Dooce. WTF?

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  24. I don’t know what kind of vert I am. My roommate got a girlfriend. He is over her house more than he is home. I do get lonely sometimes but I prefer when he is not here. I like that he’s simply a visitor in this home. I am a little like you where I could be alone with no issue. At the same time I am always talking to the animals. Three dogs is a lot. My cat is not a lot. I will say at the beginning of all this I was glad I had a roommate to make me feel safe. The moral support made a difference.

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    1. This post made me smile and feel so happy about … just happy to laugh about sherpas and Forest typing and that barbecue at 12 Oaks. You’re the best thing about mornings, June

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  25. It’s a Whole New Look here. It’s like you re-arranged the living room furniture. I like it but I know I’ll trip over the ottoman a few times before I get used to it.

    I had a random “you know what I hate” thought yesterday and would love to share it with you all, but I find it has completely left my mind. Which I also hate. OH MY GOD. What was it??

    Enjoy your chili and your visit, June!

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  26. You haven’t gained weight. You have a closet like mine that shrinks your clothes. It’s highly annoying. Now it’s even happening to my husband’s clothes and what is hilarious is his reaction vs. my reaction. If I put on something that no longer fits, I hate myself. He put on pants that were too tight and blamed the pants.

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  27. You should think of it as if you are better off that you are quarantining by yourself, because what if it were Marvin or Ned ? I don’t think you would survive that much turmoil. And you so would not have Forest Lawn. Nope. Wouldn’t happen. I am so jealous, I want a friend to bring me chili. Is it just me or is the comment format different?

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      1. Enjoy that chilli, we just finished a pot, but it took two pans of cornbread to go along with it. Why so chubby!
        Tee

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        1. Those photos look lovely with that autumm sun slanting in.

          I’m also relying on you to keep me up to date with Dooce. Even in a single post her jump from being so claustrophobic she tears off scarves to… Buying herself a commemorative scarf. I can’t deal.

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