Well,.... THAT went well:P
Oct. 3rd, 2020 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogJust two longago days ago, I woke up thinking, Hey! Another month! Look! Eleanor's vacation pay came through so she can keep her semiretirement on schedule! This October's gonna be GRRREAT!
Ha. Man plans, pumpkins laugh.
I'd actually planned to post later that day with some assorted funnies seen online, including this-
Yerbe willbe bruu a-Swedimated!
- and this, which I saw the other morning right before my favorite radio host played G3's Hamilton anthem on the radio-
♫Da da da dat DA, dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!♫
Plus, things to post from things seen around the neighborhood, like my sudden find of the perfect gift for Christmas Vacation's Cousin Eddie-
Shitter's full!
- as well as finding a local spin on how impossible and injurious that first debate was to watch-
As we know now, though, that turned out to be my last-ever Cellino & Barnes joke- because that was one of numerous things, from here to Rochester to DC, that October the Second bashed us over the heads with yesterday.
----
First, I awoke to the potentially big news. After learning, the night before, that President*ial confidant Hope Hicks had tested positive for COVID, my phone lit right up yesterday morning with the news that both Cheeto and Melanomia were also now infected with it. By day's end, he was on a chopper to Walter Reed, and Constitutional scholars were starting to get damned nervous about what could, would or might happen under numerous scenarios involving his health and that of the (still negative) Veep.
I muddled through the workday- Eleanor had called in sick, and my afternoon was mostly freed when a client begged out of finishing his paperwork until next week- and then got word of the presumed-now-confirmed death of leading local PI attorney Steve Barnes in a single-engine plane crash somewhere on the road between here and Rochester. His niece, also a lawyer, was the other to perish in the crash. (It was the same model of plane that killed a prominent Rochester couple a few years ago, cousins of dear friends of ours.) Strangely, all of the confirmations of his death, and the initial kind words about him, came from the two divorcees in his life- his ex-wife and mother of his kids, and his just-divorced law firm partner Ross Cellino, who spent most of the past two years trying to break up with him and, as mentioned here last time, was in the final stages of finalizing the business divorce, with their respective new solo offices ready to open week after next. Now, nobody knows what's going to happen.
These two stories overwhelmed others from just yesterday that might have otherwise carried the news cycle: multiple members of the Senate also testing positive after various superspreader recent events and putting the fast-track confirmation of their SCOTUS nominee into jeopardy; former Ghostbusters star Rick Moranis getting beaten up on a NYC street for no discernable reason; and the mayor of Rochester, already embattled over her handling of a Black man's death at the hands of her police department, being indicted on campaign fraud charges.
And, lest we think October 2 was only playing on the road? (As are the Bills this weekend- we think- despite at least four other teams getting their games postponed due to COVID outbreaks and many of our Sunday opponent's players getting caught violating distancing and masking guidelines at an event earlier in the week.) Bad karma hit home close to 7 last night: Eleanor, having been off all day, was keeping busy by making bread dough, and just as she went to put the rolls in the oven? No heat. There was light in the oven, and the broiler still works, so we suspect it's tied to the wiring of the ancient house-original built-in that was the only part of the kitchen not renovated five years ago. She did an admirable job of replacing the element and saving us big bucks a few months ago, but we're now resigned that it's time to bring that appliance into the current century, as well.
----
The other good things from the past week or so?
- Eleanor made her hours quota to keep insurance through Wegmans until Medicare kicks in next July, and her reduced hours begin this week.
- My bumper sticker arrived and is already stuck:
- A coworker brought in this lovely concoction early in the week. I provided the accompaniment so I could caption the picture:
"Leave the staple gun. Take the cannoli."
- Our park trip this week was short and sweet. This little guy, who met all of us, was both:
And here I am, finally having figured out that I don't need to drag the poop bag with me when we're in parks because there are cans to deposit the leavings and I can just carry a few empty bags in my pocket:
- Our films for the week included Enola Holmes on Netflix, an offshoot of the Sherlock classics with Millie Bobby Brown of Stranger Things fame nailing the title role; Twilight, Christ not THAT one but a 2015 PBS Great Performances broadcast of a one-woman show by Anna Deavere Smith made up of interviews during and just after the 1992 LA riots; and My Octopus Teacher, a documentary filmed off the South African coast about a troubled man and his eight-tentacled BFF. It's also lovingly yet devestatingly parodied, here:
(Oddly, as I was walking the dog the other day, somebody put one of those pool cleaner thingies out to the curb. I suddenly felt a need to be one with it. Pepper just peed on it.)
-And then last night, I became one with a Maniac:
Mary Ramsey, longtime vocalist for 10,000 Maniacs, doing a livestreamed jazz performance at a local theatre that we watched. It included standards, some folk, and at least one of her original songs from the first post-Natalie 10KM album which I adore. I sent her a Facebook friend request and was thrilled when she accepted it; she now joins my friend Maria, one of their longtime backup vocalists. Just 9,998 to go.
Ha. Man plans, pumpkins laugh.
I'd actually planned to post later that day with some assorted funnies seen online, including this-
Yerbe willbe bruu a-Swedimated!
- and this, which I saw the other morning right before my favorite radio host played G3's Hamilton anthem on the radio-
♫Da da da dat DA, dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!♫
Plus, things to post from things seen around the neighborhood, like my sudden find of the perfect gift for Christmas Vacation's Cousin Eddie-
Shitter's full!
- as well as finding a local spin on how impossible and injurious that first debate was to watch-
As we know now, though, that turned out to be my last-ever Cellino & Barnes joke- because that was one of numerous things, from here to Rochester to DC, that October the Second bashed us over the heads with yesterday.
----
First, I awoke to the potentially big news. After learning, the night before, that President*ial confidant Hope Hicks had tested positive for COVID, my phone lit right up yesterday morning with the news that both Cheeto and Melanomia were also now infected with it. By day's end, he was on a chopper to Walter Reed, and Constitutional scholars were starting to get damned nervous about what could, would or might happen under numerous scenarios involving his health and that of the (still negative) Veep.
I muddled through the workday- Eleanor had called in sick, and my afternoon was mostly freed when a client begged out of finishing his paperwork until next week- and then got word of the presumed-now-confirmed death of leading local PI attorney Steve Barnes in a single-engine plane crash somewhere on the road between here and Rochester. His niece, also a lawyer, was the other to perish in the crash. (It was the same model of plane that killed a prominent Rochester couple a few years ago, cousins of dear friends of ours.) Strangely, all of the confirmations of his death, and the initial kind words about him, came from the two divorcees in his life- his ex-wife and mother of his kids, and his just-divorced law firm partner Ross Cellino, who spent most of the past two years trying to break up with him and, as mentioned here last time, was in the final stages of finalizing the business divorce, with their respective new solo offices ready to open week after next. Now, nobody knows what's going to happen.
These two stories overwhelmed others from just yesterday that might have otherwise carried the news cycle: multiple members of the Senate also testing positive after various superspreader recent events and putting the fast-track confirmation of their SCOTUS nominee into jeopardy; former Ghostbusters star Rick Moranis getting beaten up on a NYC street for no discernable reason; and the mayor of Rochester, already embattled over her handling of a Black man's death at the hands of her police department, being indicted on campaign fraud charges.
And, lest we think October 2 was only playing on the road? (As are the Bills this weekend- we think- despite at least four other teams getting their games postponed due to COVID outbreaks and many of our Sunday opponent's players getting caught violating distancing and masking guidelines at an event earlier in the week.) Bad karma hit home close to 7 last night: Eleanor, having been off all day, was keeping busy by making bread dough, and just as she went to put the rolls in the oven? No heat. There was light in the oven, and the broiler still works, so we suspect it's tied to the wiring of the ancient house-original built-in that was the only part of the kitchen not renovated five years ago. She did an admirable job of replacing the element and saving us big bucks a few months ago, but we're now resigned that it's time to bring that appliance into the current century, as well.
----
The other good things from the past week or so?
- Eleanor made her hours quota to keep insurance through Wegmans until Medicare kicks in next July, and her reduced hours begin this week.
- My bumper sticker arrived and is already stuck:
- A coworker brought in this lovely concoction early in the week. I provided the accompaniment so I could caption the picture:
"Leave the staple gun. Take the cannoli."
- Our park trip this week was short and sweet. This little guy, who met all of us, was both:
And here I am, finally having figured out that I don't need to drag the poop bag with me when we're in parks because there are cans to deposit the leavings and I can just carry a few empty bags in my pocket:
- Our films for the week included Enola Holmes on Netflix, an offshoot of the Sherlock classics with Millie Bobby Brown of Stranger Things fame nailing the title role; Twilight, Christ not THAT one but a 2015 PBS Great Performances broadcast of a one-woman show by Anna Deavere Smith made up of interviews during and just after the 1992 LA riots; and My Octopus Teacher, a documentary filmed off the South African coast about a troubled man and his eight-tentacled BFF. It's also lovingly yet devestatingly parodied, here:
(Oddly, as I was walking the dog the other day, somebody put one of those pool cleaner thingies out to the curb. I suddenly felt a need to be one with it. Pepper just peed on it.)
-And then last night, I became one with a Maniac:
Mary Ramsey, longtime vocalist for 10,000 Maniacs, doing a livestreamed jazz performance at a local theatre that we watched. It included standards, some folk, and at least one of her original songs from the first post-Natalie 10KM album which I adore. I sent her a Facebook friend request and was thrilled when she accepted it; she now joins my friend Maria, one of their longtime backup vocalists. Just 9,998 to go.