Wait wait WAIT. 5:30? In the morning? I thought it was 6:30. I’m not feeling very “out of bed at 5:30” today, so I must have been reading the clock wrong. I’ll have to go back upstairs and check. Between the rain and the tinnitus I was probably just going to lay there awake for a while, anyway, so it really doesn’t matter. Gives me more time alone with my coffee. Coffee and….Roger Waters? Polarizing fellow, I know. But I’ve like most of his stuff, even post-Floyd. I do remember listening to an album he made sometime maybe 10 years ago. It was lousy. But let’s drift back to The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking. Classic Pink Floyd-ish album that tells a story. A panicked flight from civilization, sex (slightly unhealthy?), failed Thoreau-ian escapism, alcoholism, psychotic collapse, eventual comfort. Maybe:
[Waitress:] "You wanna cup of coffee?" [Customers:] "Heh, Turn that *****ing juke box down You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here" [Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure." In truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens And bent-backs And sleeping forms on pavement steps In libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains and commuter accidents In council care and county courts At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts In drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts on the China seas In transit camps, under arc lamps On unloading ramps In faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now, from where I stand Upon this hill I plundered from the pool I look around I search the skies I shade my eyes So nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes, it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love
We had a downed tree on the road just outside our not-so-dead-end street yesterday. It had been pretty blustery the night before. I headed out Monday morning to do the homework kit distribution at The Boy’s school, and ran into this. It’s bigger than it looks. I do think I probably could have wrangled it out of the way, but that’s a pretty soft probably. There was a brief internal dialogue about the gritty self-reliance that could clear the mess right away and do the neighbors a service, right now, vs. driving off in the other direction and calling the government to come clean it up, eventually. I chose the latter, and still feel dirty. My strongest rationalization was that even though the area still had power, I didn’t have time to be sure that there weren’t any power lines involved in the mess. Besides, it’s just as fast (for me) to turn around and go the other way. Depending on the destination, the direction in which we leave the house is often just a matter of how we feel at the time. The victory was secured by The State on this day.
It’s pretty perfectly laid across the road, though. Conspicuously so. For just a short, quick-pulsed second I had that ambush feeling.
The neighbor dads and I are looking to go in together on one good-sized, gas powered chainsaw for us to use in case a tree comes down sometime that hems us into our not-so-dead-end street (or worse, God forbid). Waiting for Seattle DOT to come out on their schedule won’t be feeling like a very good idea at that point.
It’s funny, I just found the COVID-19 Glossary on the King County site. You know how I love me some definitions. Check this one out:
Obviously this kind of thing is about as moving as a coma by now. “Often overestimates the actual…” Translation: “Does not represent reality.” Err on the side of panic, I guess. CYA. I understand. I guess I recognize myself in every stranger’s attempt to go blameless.
“…and can make a disease seem more deadly than it is.” You don’t mean to say…it couldn’t really be possible that…I mean, no. Right?
Also, I was thinking yesterday, has there been a single announcement from the CDC along the lines of “Hey! Good news!” or has literally everything they’ve learned been worse than what they already knew? I don’t think SCIENCE is any different than we poor, common people when it comes to a bias towards the negative. Especially in groups. Company loves misery.
Wind advisory today, gusts up to 50mph. We might be looking for that chainsaw sooner than we thought.
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You probably already know this, but be sure to use only non-ethanol gas in the chainsaw (or in the gas-oil mixture).
So what’s striking is how very different things are here. It’s not like January ’20 but in some places it’s damned close to it. I shook someone’s hand the other day. In real life. Campus is still all over it with the signs and the sanitizer, etc.; Starkvegas still has a mask ordinance for businesses which is kinda sorta being followed but I suspect more so because folks don’t want their favorite restaurant to be Karened. In our little town there’s only one place that still has a mask sign up and it’s ignored. It’s a $$ store so it’s likely that they aren’t smart enough to know it’s okay to take it down now. Some folks wear masks in the grocery, but it’s obviously an individual choice, as it should be. All county and town offices are totally back to normal– go in, pay your bill, chat face to face. When the electricity people came out yesterday we stood and talked as normal. Personal space has always been a thing among strangers.