Rainy Saturday

My wife has taken a powder to hang with her girlfriends in Monterey and I awoke to our first rain in over a month. Fortunately, I had a session with my personable trainer at 7am today.  He inspired me to write this blog.  He’s a big fan of DJ’s Detritus, so I’m sure we’ll go through this post with a fine-tooth comb at our next session.

Afterwards, I stopped at Safeway for a few items.  I went there yesterday, and it was a zoo, with at least 10-15 people waiting in the self-check line.  I got the hell outta there and got my stuff today.  It was certainly busier than the usual Saturday at 8:15am.  One guy with a mask had a boatload of paper products and bottled water in his cart.  I avoided him but still had a short wait at check out.  I hear Costco is out of tons of stuff, but Costco is the wife’s job.

I’m uneasy about the government’s response to the coronavirus but I am confident the new chief of staff will get things going in the right direction. I realize that Trump has significant experience in epidemiology, but his hunch about the WHO numbers gave me pause.  A hunch would be something like thinking #16 UMBC was going to beat #1 Virginia in the 2018 NCAA tourney.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNfmTMdoao0&fbclid=IwAR3_40jja33yNcWOcN4_I23QT6YXYmUgZLjE7o9RP7mtWLAgTRK1LAhxqe8

Sticking with the medical theme, is anyone as upset as I am about this?  I’m not upset about this episode’s content.  I was just pissed to be reminded that this rubbish was still on the air.

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/alex-karev-fate-angers-fans-greys-anatomy_n_5e622293c5b601904ea8bc27

Tonight, I’m going over to my sister’s place to help her set her clocks back and chow down on one of her delicious creations.  We are celebrating my brother’s 65th birthday.  My brother is a lean, mean fighting machine, a solid 6’ and well under 180 lbs. He has always been hale and hearty, but it is his emotional maturity that concerns me.

The re-model project has begun.  We are bailing out Monday morning to head up to #1’s joint in SF.  If his wi-fi is not screaming at a minimum of 100MB, he will be receiving a sternly worded email.  The abatement company comes in early Monday to scrape the popcorn off the ceilings.  If we are lucky, we may be able to move back into one of the bedrooms on Friday.  If not, we have tons of friends that would love to have us come stay with them.

In addition to the indoor work, we will be having the entire backyard re-done in the next few months.  The concrete will be replaced by pavers and we will have several planter boxes instead of a lawn.  The biggest item from my perspective is the new pergola.  Ever since I was a small boy, I’ve wanted my own pergola, and now my dream is coming true.  And it will have heaters.  Every time within the last 10 years that I have broached the topic of getting outdoor heating installed, my wife would push back with “Hey, I have an idea.  If it is too cold outside, let’s go inside”.  But I’ve finally won the battle.

I called The Wolv yesterday.  He was waiting for his better half to come over for a martini.  We discussed the fine art of mixing martinis.  He is a Beefeater man, which is a fine choice.  We talked of some of the old SF days, but I became a little perturbed when he started making fun of my pergola.  We see him come July, so he’ll be able to bust my chops in person then.

Here’s the master bedroom.