Signs of the Times
Mar. 25th, 2020 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffy So, this afternoon, as I was trying to decide whether or not I REALLY needed to put on a bra to visit my ophthalmologist, I noticed out of the corner of my eye in incoming text (because of course I don't have an alert sound activated--too many cranks). I checked it: It was a reiteration of the governor's "shelter in place" order,
To be on the safe side, I rang up Dr. A's office...oh, didn't I get the message? My appointment has been rescheduled--for SEPTEMBER. September--this six months away! Jesus wept, and I may have a crying jag myself.
I understand why, and honestly, I wasn't looking forward to venturing out into The World. God knows how well they disinfect those buses--or who they've given rides to AFTER it was last cleaned. TBH, I'm fine with continuing to schlep around the house in schmatte, much less talking to multiple people and getting my eyes dilated. I'll just pray (hum along if you're of a mind to) that my retinopathy minds its manners and doesn't decide to act up between now and then.
Last night, I had contact with another human being, IE, the Domino's delivery guy who brought me some cheap but tasty foodstuffs. Not only did I give him a tip online, in addition, I gave him two rolls of Dollar Tree toilet paper. He said it was the best tip he ever got!
Most of the stuff on prime-time TV seems like it's from another time and place, it's so alien to what's going on right now. I'm ready to bundle up all the insurance spokespeople (and that damn emu) and dro-kick them into a live volcano. Except Dean Winter and Tina Fey (but could we at least get a new episode or two?). And I've hated those damn Charmin bears for quite a while...at this point, I want to see a commercial where they go around sharing their stockpiles of TP with their communities and say "We're all in this together.". Set a good example, you little bastards, instead of shaking your ass at the camera and/or having orgies in your living room.
I know, this too shall pass, but my natural pragmatism says so are a lot of people. It's going to get worse before it gets better.
Live long and prosper.
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To be on the safe side, I rang up Dr. A's office...oh, didn't I get the message? My appointment has been rescheduled--for SEPTEMBER. September--this six months away! Jesus wept, and I may have a crying jag myself.
I understand why, and honestly, I wasn't looking forward to venturing out into The World. God knows how well they disinfect those buses--or who they've given rides to AFTER it was last cleaned. TBH, I'm fine with continuing to schlep around the house in schmatte, much less talking to multiple people and getting my eyes dilated. I'll just pray (hum along if you're of a mind to) that my retinopathy minds its manners and doesn't decide to act up between now and then.
Last night, I had contact with another human being, IE, the Domino's delivery guy who brought me some cheap but tasty foodstuffs. Not only did I give him a tip online, in addition, I gave him two rolls of Dollar Tree toilet paper. He said it was the best tip he ever got!
Most of the stuff on prime-time TV seems like it's from another time and place, it's so alien to what's going on right now. I'm ready to bundle up all the insurance spokespeople (and that damn emu) and dro-kick them into a live volcano. Except Dean Winter and Tina Fey (but could we at least get a new episode or two?). And I've hated those damn Charmin bears for quite a while...at this point, I want to see a commercial where they go around sharing their stockpiles of TP with their communities and say "We're all in this together.". Set a good example, you little bastards, instead of shaking your ass at the camera and/or having orgies in your living room.
I know, this too shall pass, but my natural pragmatism says so are a lot of people. It's going to get worse before it gets better.
Live long and prosper.
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Date: 2020-03-26 10:41 am (UTC)I wasn't looking forward to the appointment, either. I mean, I love Dr. A, he's super sweet--if I could just teleport in, see only him and pop back home, I'd be fine. But the senior bus, the waiting room, etc. and back on yet another bus? Not so keen. (Oh, and getting dressed...I'm turning into such a house-elf in my old age: Not clothes! Anything but clothes!
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Date: 2020-03-26 07:41 pm (UTC)