June 17, 2020

Ugh! The gym hasn’t seen this once perfectly sculpted body (LOL) since March 11th and I’m beginning to feel like a miniature Donnie boy. We’re eating healthy, drinking too much, and haven’t done our walks for awhile. Prior to quarantine I’d workout four and sometimes five days a week and felt great. Now I read that the gym is about the last place you want to go to for virus avoidance, so I guess I’ll have to follow the Dr. Ruth “workout” suggestion. You remember Dr. Ruth don’t ya’? Any hoo, time to move on.

Hang on to your hats! Bolton’s book is going to be a bombshell. I just read some excerpts that the New York Times printed this morning, and my guess is that Donnie is s**ting his trousers. Now, I realize Bolton is somewhat of a “loose cannon,” but he can’t be making this stuff up. Even if the DOJ and Barr(f) are successful in their attempt to have the book held from release, the NYT has a copy and will continue to provide excerpts. If you would like to read the article, here it is.

The missus and I have been doing more work on the property since the quarantine began, getting the front and back all spiffy since it looks like we’ll spending more time at home this summer and fall. Last week I worked on the solar lights, putting new batteries in them and checking the wiring, but some still wouldn’t work. As I began waking up one morning after doing the solar maintenance, I got this idea to repurpose the ones that didn’t work. After the morning coffee, I went out to the shop and checked out what I had in my scrap rack and found some short pieces of cedar from some long ago project. I got the “dead” solar lights and started taking them apart. They have nice glass “globes” I guess you would call them, so I took the top off the lights, took out some of the guts, got rid of the stakes, built a little frame with the cedar, drilled some holes, and came out with this neat little candle burner with citronella tea lights in the globes. I was “on a roll,” so found some more cedar scraps, built a frame, took a tin can out of the recycling, painted it black, screwed in a shiny little pyramid piece from the aforementioned solar lights and voila. You may now call me Mr. Pinterest or Etsy Mikey or just an “old” hippie SOB.

See, I have other things I can ramble about besides our current administration and Trumpanzies. I haven’t shared our “homestead fine dining” for awhile, so here’s a photo of flatbread pizzas I made the other night. One is the “big meat” with Italian sausage, salami, pepperoni, kalamata olives, onions, tomatoes, cheese, and homemade pizza sauce. The next one is grilled chicken, caramelized onion, and spring herb greens on the homemade pizza sauce, but with a little bbq sauce added. The last one is a veggie, Margherita style, just olive oil, lots of parmesan cheese, and some scallions. Last night was Mu Shu pork and chicken over rice with the leftover Italian sausage and grilled chicken, accompanied by veggie pot stickers. This is making my tummy growl a little. Must be getting hungry. With no working out and eating like this every night, no wonder I’m over my “fighting weight.”

One night last week I thought the martians were getting ready to land. It’s not the best “space ship” we’ve seen coming over the mountain, but it was a nice evening to land. How about those clouds laying in the middle of the mountain?

Forget what I said last night about getting your sunscreen ready for the weekend. Two days ago the weather forecaster said it was going to approach 90 degrees on Saturday and Sunday, tonight the report is for rain this weekend. I am going to end this day’s rambling mildly. I have not gone on an irreverent tirade about Trump, his sycophants, the lemmings, Trumpanzees, or his minions. In case you haven’t been following the latest Covid-19 updates and have just been listening to Pence and tRump spout that the virus is “contained,” and that there is not, and there will not be a second wave, then good luck. Head to the cult gathering in Tulsa this weekend. Just kidding. I’m pretty sure folks who follow this blog know the data and are not Trumpanzees. Soooo, keep washing your hands frequently, wear your mask in public, social distance, and stay healthy. Time to go pour a drink. Keep smilin’. Ziggyman