Only another 31 days to go?

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Thinking of banning people from the Midvale Heights neighborhood
from entering Orchard Ridge. Who’s with me!

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Ordered new batteries for our GPS ankle bracelets here at the Werkes. The Lovely Lisa’s iPhone went dead. Must mail it in and wait weeks. Ordered sub sandwiches delivered from Gino’s.

President Trump came out of his burrow Sunday and predicted 30 more days of pandemic winter. A victory, he said, would be 100,000 deaths. Notice something? The number of pandemic deniers are dwindling. Still lots of folks demanding their “rights.” To do what? Poison the rest of us?

Six hundred thousand Americans died of the so-called Spanish flu in 1918-19 out of a population one-third today’s.

But we do grant the deniers’ basic argument: the zero tolerance of the medical professionals — to their hammer, everything is a nail — must be balanced with the health of the nation. That includes the economy. How long before we can purchase our Dr. Fauci bobblehead? (Pull the string: he smacks his forehead!)

Must confess: never heard of the country western singer who died of COVID-19, Joe Diffie. Sorry, can’t count him as the Rock Hudson of the novel coronavirus. Has to be more famous-er. It will come and the who (sez here) will be a shock.

At least the chill rains abated this Monday (03-30-2020). High temps mostly in the 50s reaching 60 on Friday. We WILL ride, wailing like banshees from hell!

Sunday in Quarantine

Son Max watched services at Christ Presbyterian Church via cable television. The three of us played a board game, Tri-ominos. It’s like dominos but three-sided and therefore more complex. We have shelves of board games that rarely get touched. Don’t know if we’ve ever played Risk here at the Manor and we’ve been living here since 1991. But there it sits on the shelf. Back in my salad days, a bunch of us gathered often to play. I developed a “nuclear option” using golf tees as board pieces that could wipe out entire countries with one throw of the dice. (Some day I’ll copyright it.)

Then we cued up Roman Polanski’s masterful Chinatown. Had not seen it since its theatrical release 46 years ago. Gawsh Jack Nicholson was young. But always electric! Director Roman Polanski was only five years out from the Manson murders. Did that contribute to the darkness of his genius and his excesses? Do not invest $$$ in movie theaters. They are cultural dinosaurs.

Our postage-paid absentee ballots are in the mail, adding votes to Madison School Board candidates Wayne Strong and Christina Gomez Schmidt. For WI Supreme Court it’s Dan Kelly. Yes to the Marsy’s Law referenda question.

Spring will be a reprieve

Today, the unlettered field hands — confined on all four sides by a five-foot high chain-link fence —  may over spread the vegetable fields with a winter’s worth of composted kitchen refuse rich with coffee grounds from Colombia — the best kind! As they labor, the field hands will do their call and response to Mr. Sting and The Police. “Don’t Stand, Don’t Stand Too Close to Me!”

Blaska’s Border-line Psychosis: Some sharp-eyed wit noticed that we’re posting more of these rambling ruminations. Yeah, another casualty of the lockdown.

Can you pronounce “Hy·dro·xy·chlor·a·quine”?