I HAVE QUIT

Honestly, I am just plain tired of the whole covid thing, as is everybody I am sure.  I know that this is probably a really selfish attitude, but I have run out of caring anymore.  I don't care if people hoard (mostly because I understand why they do), I don't care anymore if peeps go out and congregate, I do care about how the curve isn't flattening but I don't want to hear about it anymore, I sure don't care what Trump does or doesn't do, I just don't want to think about it anymore.  And because I am a lazy cow, attached to my big comfy chair, lappy and tv, my life hasn't changed a whole bunch.

My email box is constantly filling with insincere syrupy messages from every big corporation or bank that I have ever had a two second dealing with telling me how much they care about each and every one of us and how they can help us.  Blech!!!!

And the news, other than repeated and repeated stuff about the growing numbers of deaths and doom and disease, are now talking about how horrible banks and lenders are for not letting people off the hook for their pmts, that they actually will want those pmts back down the road when things are better.  People, please, get out a dictionary and read the definition of deferment.

So I am checking out.  I am staying off social media til its over.  I am not watching the news anymore.  I am not watching talk shows.  I am not going out.  I am not reading my news emails.  I am done and am going to my happy place.

Graeme was supposed to be able to come out today.  Its been three days since his symptoms left.  But he has developed a sore throat and is coughing a little so he has self imposed quarantine again.  Poor guy.

But.....that being said, that bugger, every time he comes out of his room to go to the loo or something, he screeches, super really loud, "HEEELLLEEEENNN!!!!" and scares the shit out of me.  Honest to God!!!!  I tell ya I am going to get my giant huge wooden spoon out and I am going to hit him with it!!!  Right now it has 'Monte's Spanking Stick' written on it.  It used to say 'Jennifer's Spanking Stick'.  Jennifer is crossed off and Monte on there.  I am going to cross off her name and put Graeme on it AND USE IT ON HIM!!!!!

Anton sent me an email!!!!!!!  First one!!!!!  I couldn't believe my eyes!!!  It was long and newsy and almost made us cry.  He is doing super well and he sent his love to everyone he met through us.  Anne, Kathy, April, Kevin, Peter, Graeme etc...And our little sweet Anton is living with a girlfriend now...in St. Petersburg.  Can you believe that?  He spent time with his parents in Soche a few months ago.  Its a hot climate resort town and he said he had a good time with them.  He lives near his brother and sees him lots.  I don't think he is working but I'm not sure, he didn't elaborate.  It was so good to hear from him.

Well the sun is shining.  And its hot!!  I think we will have to be extra careful this year with the UV UB rays.  With no planes flying there isn't the pollution up there protecting us at least a little!  I might even get some sunscreen...if it hasn't all been hoarded!!!  Peter walks.  A lot.  And his face is all tanned and brown!  Healthy looking!

I think we are going to go for another nature jaunt...in Gladdy.  We are going to head out to Cathedral Park, maybe tomorrow.  Hopefully the weather will hold.  Of course it may be too crowded.  If so we will find a logging road to pull off onto.  I want to collect some river rock.  I have decided to put some plastic down along the flower beds outside the front of the house, mixed with driftwood.  Bill and I always collected rocks on our jaunts.  I am still hell bent on buying and planting a weeping willow in the corner of the front lawn.  I love them.  In the other corner I want to plant a pink dog wood...the one Jan bought us died.  The stupid people that bought our Langford house let it die.  I shall replace it here.

Well enough self imposed utopia.  Take care people...you are loved.  TTYL

POOR GRAEME.....IN EXCILE ON THE DECK