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Late, Late, Late!

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Ghshaaash! That’s Wallekki for something I can’t print here.

I am so far behind–it takes two or three times as long as it should, to shop for the weekend’s groceries. And I still can’t buy any rubbing alcohol. Can’t be had for any price.

I want my cigar.

It’s raining.

You know what I hate about all this social distancing-stand in line-wear the stupid mask stuff? It’s like being back in school! It’s like they took my adulthood away. That really bugs me. It took me 70 years to get here, and some political pipsqueak wants to wipe it out?

Let’s go stand in the rain.

 

More Odds and Ends

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Our futile quest for rubbing alcohol today saw us come home empty-handed. I’m beginning to think we’ll never again be able to buy alcohol in the supermarket, or from any of the pharmacies. Are people bathing in it? King Ibn Saud once filled his swimming pool with Chanel No. 5. Maybe people are filling their swimming pools with alcohol.

On the plus side–have you noticed people are friendlier? More smiles, more waves, more “hi, hello, how are you?” Is that because they’re not stressing out with the commute to work? I’ve definitely noticed this, and I like it!

How come the comments slow down when I announce a comment contest?

Within 48 hours of us having to shell out almost $500 for my car’s repairs, Patty’s car is now in the garage, too. Engine misfiring. We still haven’t gotten our stimulus money. The only stimulus going on around here is us stimulating the auto repair industry.

Big plus–our ancient dogwood has come into bloom. It’s over 40 years old, and may be as old as 50. The squirrels persecute it, but the gallant little tree comes through for us with blossoms every spring. God is nigh.

Which is, of course, the best news of all: our Heavenly Father is never more than a prayer away. And sometimes even closer than that, if we but knew it.

And now it looks like rain, so let’s have a cigar.

Out of Ideas?

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Let’s see… Gotta shop for groceries this morning, I wonder how many stores we’ll have to visit, to get what we need for the week. Gotta bring my car home from the garage. Write a Newswithviews column (good luck with that, dude!). And somehow generate blog posts.

But posts about what? Honk if you’re totally sick and tired of reading about some stupid virus that Red China unleashed on the world and now hopes to get away with. Is anybody’s appetite for virus nooze so insatiable that they even have to get it here?

We watched a really scary movie last night. I suppose I could review it. That might be fun. Anybody up for a movie review?

Dinosaur news? Aliwalia rex is no more. Blow me down. He was never anything but bones from several different dinosaurs mistakenly cobbled together. Devastating, isn’t it? The super-predator of the Triassic never existed. Next thing we’ll find out, the Triassic never existed, either.

Maybe I’ll write about that.

But first the quest for groceries…

Late Again!

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Here’s Byron the Quokka copping a few Z’s in the middle of nowhere. Wish I could! Anyway, he wants to remind you that we’ve got a comment contest going, our target is 60,000 comments, we’ve got 58,812, so that leaves 1,118 to go before some lucky commenter wins an autographed copy of His Mercy Endureth Forever (Bell Mountain No. 12).

Meanwhile, I’m over an hour behind schedule. Mysteriously, my car started yesterday morning so I could drive it to the garage instead of waiting for a tow. It turns out I need a new starter motor–another $400 up the spout.

We succeeded in our grocery shopping today, but it took twice as long because we had to go to three different stores and I’m the only one who can go inside. I’ve got a lot of blogging left to do and will have to hustle to get it done.

So let’s get started.

Wahoo! Jackpot!

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I take expensive eye drops to stave off glaucoma, and last week I was about to run out of them. I called the doctor’s office. They didn’t have any samples at that office, only at the other one, which wouldn’t be open till Tuesday, today. They told me how I might get the prescription refilled, but the procedure was complicated and unlikely to succeed. So I said I’d wait till Tuesday and get a sample at their other office.

I called about that this morning. During the intervening days, the practice’s communications system seems to have fallen apart. No more email, no menu, nothing left but a generalized voice mailbox for everything. The best I could hope for would be a call-back at the end of the day, when it’d be too late to do anything about it.

With no assurance that anyone would be there today, I went there. Behold! I walked in, the waiting room was empty, only three of the staff on duty–and they hunted up a sample bottle and gave it to me! I’d have turned a cartwheel then and there, only I feared it might upset them.

Riding the hot streak, I went on to our little Main Street newsstand, here in town, to see if I could get rubbing alcohol, which they don’t have at the supermarket anymore. I don’t know how they do it, but these guys keep needful things in stock that the bigger stores can’t seem to obtain. Not only did I get my alcohol; I also was able to get a bottle of quinine water, another thing they’ve run out of in the supermarket.

And then our bottled spring water delivery showed up when it was supposed to. When you’re hot, you’re hot!

Thank you, doctor’s office staff, for ignoring all the red tape and simply solving my problem. Thank you, local newsstand. What would we do without you? I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out.

Sorry I’m Late!

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Finally! we have supplied our household for the weekend.

The supermarkets having failed us, we resorted to the little Indian newsstand here on Main Street, and–bonanza! I walked out with toilet paper (honest!), paper towels, and the applesauce my wife needs with which to take her vitamins. We also got alcohol (!) there, earlier this week. I said to the clerk as I was checking out, “What would we do without you guys?” I don’t know how they keep those things in stock.

This mess is all Red China’s fault, and that regime must be put out of business ASAP. The Chinese people are wise and modern and capable enough to deserve a free republic. They deserve an end to communism.

The commies will just laugh it off if the rest of the world tries to sue them or bill them for the damage that they have wrought with their little biowarfare science project; but there is one thing that can be done, and it’ll hit them where it hurts. I wish I could remember whose idea it is: he or she is right on target.

Most Western countries are in debt to Red China, in one way or another. Well! Let those countries get together and simply repudiate the debt. Refuse to pay whatever amount is needed to cover the costs incurred by having to cope with the Chinese Wuhan Communist People’s Liberation Death Virus.

If one country repudiates its debt, no one will lend to it again. But if a whole bunch of countries do it–bye-bye Communist China.

Crikey, it’s already 2:30. Knee and heel spur killing me. (The heel spur has been quiescent for years, but all this limping around on a bad knee has awakened it.) Maybe I’ll just write a Joe College and call it a day.

P.S. to all of you out there–Your comments today have been particularly apt and fascinating. This little blog has the coolest audience on the Internet.

Here We Go Again

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I know we only go grocery-shopping twice a week, but it feels like we’re going every other day. Not only that, but we need to go early and we’re already late. *Sigh*

The word they’re all whispering just now is “shortages,” a la wartime. I would correct that to “more shortages.”

Why shortages? Primarily because people are hoarding stuff. So you can’t buy toilet paper, rubbing alcohol, frozen dinners, or frozen vegetables–all gone, scarfed up by goofy Mad Max wannabes. Some have asked me why we don’t stockpile, too. Well, we don’t have the space for it–and I think it’s something to be ashamed of, grabbing more than your share.

My guess is we’ll have to go to at least three stores today before we’re supplied for the weekend. Oh, boy! Sorta like Soviet life in 1960!

No wonder Democrats want to stretch it out for as long as they can–forever, if they can swing it. And then we can call it “socialism.”

More Grocery Shopping (*Sigh*)

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We had to go to three different stores today to get most, but not all, of the supplies we need for the week. No rubbing alcohol, no toilet paper. And frozen vegetables? In your dreams. Nothing left on the shelves at Stop & Shop and Whole Foods–nothing but cauliflower. Looks like hardly anybody buys it.

The supermarket employees seem to be bearing up well, despite the pressure. We need to be nice to them, they’re doing the best they can. They do show some impatience with hoarders, but who can blame them for that?

On the plus side, it’s a lovely spring day, which permitted me to go outside, where I belong, and write my Newswithviews column while smoking a cigar. I’ll need this weather when it’s time for me to write another book. I have no idea yet how to start it. But that will come.

If I could just get the blasted squirrels to leave our tulips alone!

What? Out of Food?

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Actually, if our supermarket was ever this crowded, I wouldn’t go.

The first nooze I heard this morning was, now they don’t want you going to the supermarket.

What are we supposed to do for food? In Venezuela they ate the animals in the zoo. In North Korea they ate the bark off trees. Mr. Socialism, grinning ear to ear, asks, “Are we there yet? Huh? Huh?”

We have very limited food storage space. So not only is it impossible for us to hoard groceries; we also would be ashamed to hog more than our share. (Yeah, yeah, don’t say it–we’re obviously crazy.) So we buy what we need. That’s how we wind up running out of stuff.

Well, off we go in search of food and other supplies. This has been imposed on us by Red China and its Western suck-ups and U.N. catamites. Those responsible must be made to pay for it.

But first we need groceries.

The Grocery-Shopping Stress Test

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With the country reeling in the grip of the Chinese Wuhan Communist Death Monster, grocery-shopping at our local supermarket–sorry, I should say “supermarkets,” because now we’ve got to go to more than one–is getting to me, big-time.

It’s like being poor, only you still have money. You just can’t use it to buy the things you want because they aren’t in the store. It got a primal scream out of me today. Don’t worry–I was alone in my car.

The reason I was in the car was because I had to go back to the store. We needed some sliced roast beef, but the deli department wasn’t working. Instead, they had everything in a “grab and go” bin. And what I grabbed turned out to be wrong, so I had to go back. This time they served me some roast beef because their boss wasn’t looking.

But I also had to go to Whole Foods, for lettuce and paper towels. They only had past-lives recycled paper towels, which cost a mint, and no organic iceberg lettuce at all. And if you needed toilet paper–well, you know about toilet paper. There ain’t any to be had.

This is indescribably tiresome. The folks at the supermarkets are doing their best, and I’m grateful to them. But they can’t sell me what they don’t have.

It would be nice if I could believe any of the reports I find in our free and independent press, whose only mission in life is to help Democrats get back into power. The reports run the gamut from “We’re all gonna die!” to “It’s no big deal and the country’s overreacting,” plus every conceivable position in between. It makes for a rather surreal ambience.

I can only pray it’ll be over soon.