Realized yesterday I was only 91 (now 90) days away from a full year’s worth of pandemic commentary, though much of my commentary isn’t strictly about the pandemic. I had intended to continue commenting about living more fully in isolation (a more accurate description) until the pandemic is over, but I think now I’ll shoot for a year. I welcome the thoughts of anyone who’s been reading these.
CBS Sunday Morning has been a staple of our sanctum’s striving, though I have always distrusted its sunniness. However, yesterday’s pieces on Etsy, health care for the homeless, a male seam(ster?), and Paul McCartney got us off to a great start. I’m trying unsuccessfully to move Nicole from Spotify to Apple Music so she can enjoy McCartney’s new album in, um, more integrated fashion.
I hope everyone has friend like Beth Hartman. The three of us have had some great times together, and no one gives better gifts! We eagerly await her “Christmas box” this time every year; among this year’s cool stuff was some killer habañero beef jerky, as well as some pure-ass maple syrup that Nicole is going to make Old Fashioneds with tonight. Beth has also been essential to the lives of many seniors in the Seattle area–her stories about working with them bring us joy and hope.
We went for a three-mile neighborhood walk–the day was sunny and gorgeous for late December–then Nicole did some gift prep while I watched my preference for a Super Bowl, Saints v. Chiefs. I just wanted a close game, and that it was, but it wasn’t exciting until Kansas City let New Orleans back in the game, as fans knew they would. I finally finished my first and last bottle of Bob Dylan’s “Tennessee Bourbon Straight Bourbon Whiskey,” Heaven’s Door. It tastes ok, but out of irreverence I mixed it with a Mexican Coke.
Streaming for Strivers:
That word Live should not be in quotes…
The Overeem Farewell Tour: Dispatches from the Public School Trenches 