Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo sees he hasn’t posted in a few days. My apologies. I fell off my exercise schedule the middle of last week and as a consequence came down with a touch of cabin fever. When Robbo gets the blahs, his Muse takes a powder.
Anyhoo, here we are again.
Ol’ Robbo got eaten alive by gnats while out mowing the lawn this weekend. I simply do not recall such a dense and aggressive swarm about my face before. Was it the attraction of my house-arrest beard? Or was it glowball enwarmening? Either way, we’re all dead.
On that front, I notice that my neighbor has started feeding a fox that lives just inside the tree line behind us. I’m not sure what to think about this. On the one hand, I like to see the fox. On the other, there is always the rabies concern. I don’t want Decanter Dog to have an Old Yeller Moment.
Speaking of rabies, for the past five weeks now Ol’ Robbo’s only excursions out into the world have been his weekly runs to the grock store and Total Bev to get in weekend dins and fresh supplies of the needful. At the store, I’d say about ninety percent of the customers are wearing masks these days. I don’t. I’m getting so browned off that I find myself almost disappointed that no Karen has hissed at me about it.
And speaking of excursions, I would note that Middle Gel snapped her fingers at Kommissar Northam and went to visit a school friend a couple hours away this weekend. We at Port Swiller Manor have a baaaad feeling that he’s going to be one of the very last holdouts regarding the lifting of the police state. Indeed, I wouldn’t be surprised if he moved to shorten the Commonwealth’s motto to “Semper Tyrannis” and reversed the positions of the figures on our flag. How on earth did we ever saddle ourselves with such a monster?
Whelp, that’s enough to get things going again, I believe.
UPDATE: Forgot to mention – On a sunnier note, I got a call from my parish office Friday. They were just calling round to check up on folks and see how they’re doing. It actually made my day. (The better news, according to the nice lady with whom I chatted, is that our flock seems to be in good shape, and that family and friends are looking out for one another.)
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April 20, 2020 at 9:07 am
gripping hand
I had a bad gnat problem a couple of years ago. After some research, I spread some diatomaceous earth around the lawn and the gnats were no longer a problem.
April 20, 2020 at 9:59 am
browndog
Seems the exercise ennui was contagious. I lost the plot last week as well.
One more month before the Govn’r has deemed it safe to open the gyms.
Oh how I love NYS
April 20, 2020 at 10:34 am
Cherie
Glad to see you all are hanging in there. This whole exercise is horrible and the financial fallout truly frightens me.
On a different note my hubs wears an “anti-bug” shirt when he mows or is in the yard OR in the evening. He is a bug magnet. He gets these shirts online from a company called exofficio. The critters leave him alone.
Cheers!
April 21, 2020 at 8:04 am
Robbo
Hmmmm…anti-bug shirt sounds intriguing. Mrs. R, who is a mosquito-magnet, tried those bracelet thingies but they seem useless.
Browndog, I see from over at AoS that you’re doing well. I’ve got a rowing erg, a treadmill, and a few weights in my basement. If I can hit those three or four days a week and get in a walk the others, I find I do well. The trap is when I find myself saying, “Nah, I did it yesterday.” A few of those strung together and I skid right off into the ditch.
April 21, 2020 at 4:37 pm
browndog
Robbo,
With apologies to Maximum Leader, “Now is the winter of our discontent. Made glorious summer by this … end of treatments!!!
Huzzah!
Now we wait to see if everything worked.
I really need for the ‘rona house arrest to be lifted. I need to get back to the weights, for my physical and mental health. Losing weight and muscle mass, which was so hard to win to begin with, makes me an unhappy camper.
Soon…