I stumbled into the kitchen, filled the reservoir on my Black and Decker drip coffeepot this morning, put coffee in the filter, closed the lid, turned it on, and nothin’. The clock works, the “on” light works, but it doesn’t drip.
It’s been three years since I replaced the last one. I guess if appliances become commodities then they don’t get built as well as ones meant to last years.
Reviewers seem to agree that the best part of this virtual convention so far was Tuesday night’s Roll Call, in which each state cast its votes for the Presidential contenders from within the state’s borders. Heretofore each state’s delegates would be called upon from their location on the floor of the hall in which the convention was being held.
Because of the Covid-19 pandemic, there was no central convention site, as we know. So the organizers were forced to create a virtual convention, and I imagine each state’s Democratic Party leaders worked very hard to come up with a way to showcase their state. Rhode Island, as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, chose to show off its calamari.
In case you missed it, here’s the whole 42-minute extravaganza.
Mom had several unscheduled trips to the hospital. She’s out and reasonably healthy now and looking forward to her 94th birthday next month.
On one of my trips out of the hospital parking garage I managed to crunch the front bumper of my car into a support column, damaging the suspension as well as the front end; that was on July 12. Here it is a month later and the car’s still in the shop. I’ve spent $785 on a rental car during that month. I just got a loaner from the body shop last week.
I managed to bruise a bunch of muscles around my breastbone; the docs think that was a result of my chest hitting the seat belt (the airbags didn’t deploy; I was only going 5-7 mph, for crying out loud) during the car accident. Those are healing, however.
I had stalled out with “Age of Ultron,” which I hadn’t got around to watching before my one-week library rental expired.
That was last August. I just acquired an Amazon Fire Stick for several reasons, not the least of which was to watch “Hamilton” on Disney Plus. A bonus for that service is that it’s where you find the Marvel movies as well. So yesterday I signed up for the Hulu/Disney Plus/ESPN bundle and watched “Age of Ultron” last night.
It was explodey. It also had a little humanizing of Hulk, Hawkeye and Black Widow, which was welcome. I’d probably give it a 3.5 on a scale of 5.
I’m wondering if I can use my Disney Plus account on the Fire Stick attached to my mother’s TV so she can see “Hamilton.” Anyone know?
The country started to release stay-at-home orders in more places than it probably should during May, but then on May 25 worry about that was overtaken by the murder of a black man by a Minneapolis cop. George Floyd was suffocated by a policeman who put his knee on Mr. Floyd’s neck while Floyd was lying on the ground and leaving it there for nearly nine minutes.
In this day and age, of course, videotape of the crime surfaced quickly and set off loud protests in Minneapolis, followed quickly by similar protests throughout the country. The first couple of nights were ugly with burning and looting, but that seemed to calm down by the first week in June. At least, it calmed down everywhere but the Oval Office. Trump went completely bonkers, declaring himself a “law and order” President (hoping to emulate the Nixon winning message in 1968 while forgetting that unlike Nixon then, Trump is an incumbent President, not a challenger) and staging a photo op which went horribly wrong
But there has never been a photo op quite like the one President Donald Trump staged on Monday, when noxious gas, flashbangs and rubber bullets were used to force protesters from Lafayette Park to clear the way before Trump strode to St. John’s Church and posed holding up a bible.
And perhaps there has never been a photo op that has gone so spectacularly wrong.
As demonstrations spread throughout the US over the killing of George Floyd in police custody — and a few protests turned violent –Trump warned governors they were being “weak.” In Rose Garden comments before the church photo op, he pronounced himself the “president of law and order.”
Retired generals, faith leaders and even a few Republican elected officials excoriated Trump for his response to the protests.
It remains to be seen what the end result of these protests will be, but it’s safe to say Trump is disconcerted and hasn’t a clue how to respond to them. His poll numbers are dreadful as of June 7: 54% of Americans disapprove of him while only 42% approve. He had thought he could “send the troops in to solve the problem in the states,” but not a single Governor asked him for help, which is required before any soldiers could move. He’s hunkered down in the White House, raging at the television and what’s left of his staff.
Hawai’i is not immune from people clamoring for government to “open up” the economy again, but if you look and listen, their arguments are pretty foolish.
“I’m out here to protest and let the governor know that he needs to open everything back up,” said Rafael Soto, an Ewa Beach resident and pastor at a Baptist church in Hawaii Kai.
“We’re tired of him suppressing our freedoms. People need to get back to work. The churches need to open up. People are hurting, people are hungry. It’s ridiculous, open it back up, what’s the point?”
Protester Jack De Feo called the warning he got from police “fascist and Communist to the core.”
One said that “extending the lockdown is worse than the virus itself.”
Pastor Soto, if you don’t understand the point, I suggest you go look at the number of Americans who have died from COVID-19. It’s over 66,000 today. Mr. De Feo, get it right: fascism and communism are incompatible political systems and getting the equivalent of a traffic warning is hardly representative of either. To that anonymous person: economic hardship is very difficult and no one denies it, but death is pretty damned permanent. An economy can recover.
None of those protesters look very desperate to me; they look like whiny children who aren’t getting their way.
Notice that the people who are truly desperate are not protesting. No, they are waiting in lines for food distribution. They don’t have time to march on the State Capitol. They’re too busy trying to feed their families.
I’ve now gotten into the habit of shopping during what local groceries are calling “kupuna” hours. That’s a Hawai’ian word which means ancestor or grandparent. They’re typically the first hour or two hour block of time after the store opens in the morning. In my case that means I’ve been going down the hill at 6:45 AM to be at Safeway when it opens. I just do that on Thursdays, which is quite a change from what I did pre-COVID-19, when I’d make a daily trip out of the house to run errands, usually including a stop at the market.
Hawai’i has been both lucky and obedient: we’ve had a relatively small number of cases of the disease and most of those who contracted it have recovered. Here are the statistics:
I’ve been collecting pictures of my high school classmates wearing masks as a way of continuing to display the group’s lives since 2010 when I first had the idea to create a photo album for us. Here we are nearly ten years later and still (mostly) going strong. I have roughly ninety names on the mailing list, from a class of perhaps 300 in 1968. Not bad, huh?
Anecdotally we’ve heard that Amazon has been swamped and its shipping slowed, its supplies slow to replenish. I can now attest to the first part of that. On March 16, five days after the NBA abruptly ended its season and the same day Trump said “If you’re talking about the virus, no, that’s not under control for any place in the world. … I was talking about what we’re doing is under control, but I’m not talking about the virus” I ordered some CDs (one; t’other). They were originally projected to be delivered on or about March 25. That didn’t happen. When I went to the “Orders” page at Amazon I found a notice saying the shipment had been delayed and now the target delivery date was sometime between April 1 and April 8.
It arrived last night, April 7, around 7:00 PM. I unwrapped it, tossed the envelope and scrubbed my hands thoroughly. The actual CDs are resting unopened and will remain so for a couple of days in hopes any possible virus on their shrink wrap dies off.
What would normally take a week or ten days took three weeks. I suggest if you want anything that’s not health-related from Amazon, either pay for expedited shipping, resign yourself to delays or just hold off on ordering.
About two years ago I was planning to go on a trip to the East Coast for my 50th High School Reunion. We planned to have household help (normally here twice a week during the day for a few hours) here at suppertime and overnight to make dinners and keep Mom company. To that end I started keeping a log of what I was making for dinner. The thought was that our helper could get some ideas for what we ate at night.
As it turned out, I don’t think a single one of my menus was used while I was gone in September of 2018, but by that time I’d gotten in the habit of writing down what we had for dinner every night, and I’m still doing it.
Here’s what we ate every evening from late March through yesterday.
Since I went grocery shopping last Thursday I’ve been out of the house once, yesterday to go to my sister’s house where she had some masks for me and for Mom. Safeway is between here and there, so I ran in to see if there were any of the items I want — TP, facial tissues, Tylenol, wipes, bar soap. Nope. However, I did grab a couple of loaves of wheat bread for sandwiches before heading on up the hill to see my sister.