March 2020
My Dear Mice-
I wanted to make sure we would get rain, so I went out and carefully, deeply watered all my plants. (It DOES work every time. Either that or washing the car. The fact that the weather forecast says 80% chance of rain tomorrow is purely incidental to my expectations.) Bout time.
Tues Mar 10th: Somebody wonderful had a bday today. Name rhymes with “era”. I texted her
Wed. Mar 11
Thurs March 12- a beautiful day in Southern Cal. COLD, dark grey, windy, and RAINY!!!
Fri March 13th – another gorgeous day in So Ca: cold, grey, wet, and rainy. When I went out to get the newspaper with its “Stock Market Carnage” headline, far fewer cars were zipping past. A LOT of people are hunkering down at home lately… Home Hunkering is Happening. Hopefully, Happy Home Hunkering.
So. As you all know, Dad is Mr. Virus Freaker Outer. Good thing he’s been that way since it first became known, because he went out and got supplies when they were available. If you have trouble getting hand sanitizer, you can of course make your own with any kind of gel (aloe or ?) and (60-70% ?) non-ingestible isopropyl alcohol; or else alcohol mixed with white vinegar and tea tree – for a good hand cleaner you can spray onto hands, steering wheel, public surfaces like shopping carts, etc.) But wouldn't it be better to put "ingestible" ethyl alcohol on your skin?- which is harder to find in higher concentrations. The proof number is about double the actual alcohol percentage (in this country, anyway).
Well, in these days of Covid seclusion (which are not that different from my previous days) I am now (and have actually long been) reduced to talking to: 1) myself, and/or 2) the cats. Should actually wear a mic and then sell the transcript to anyone researching abnormal psychology. Or normal psychology under abnormal conditions - (Something not even butter pecan ice cream would medicate?) Anyway, if you were a local dust bunny with ears, you might hear the humming of the refrigerator punctuated by, “Oh Kitty kitty there you are, bad wicked little thing. Why are you hiding up in the rafters when there are so many juicy rodents to be met. You’re sposed to go out there and earn your nummy. How about a nice juicy rat steak , now doesn’t that sound delicious. You’re such a lazy little Fat Fat – so what am I sposed to do about you” and on and on, at about the same level of profundity.
( Note: here the letter abruptly ends. As well as the pile of TP (at Costco). Wish we could say the same about Covid...and Crohns, and Cancer, and