Ridiculousness All Around

 

Yesterday's beach view from breakfast at Johnny's.  I didn't get a photo of it but later when I was beach walking, walking off my breakfast and that morning's Pina Colada I got to see a Tico on horseback with a large old school boom box hoisted on his shoulder playing NWA's "Fuck the Police" A sight that sort of summed up the day.

The last few days involve naps and running about. A Price Smart/Costco run with stops in Wal Mart and Moda Tex to get fabric to recover the chaise lounge cushions. We are both still suffering from various body boring bullshit like dizziness with the added complication of fevers, sore throats and coughing. Rona please stay away!

I am annoyed because we had to go into two Coronavirus hot spots for Jim's surgery.

But all of that madness was culminated in yesterday's goat rodeo two-step dance in boots on the wrong feet. Because of Jim's surgery I am the only driver now. Yesterday being Thursday was one of the two days we cannot drive our car because of the license plate number and the COVID restrictions I had to drive the dreaded other car. The one our friend owns we were thinking about buying to fix up and resell. The pathetic purple nervous toy poodle of a car.

I've avoided driving it. The clutch is crazy tight, and the steering too loose. It's a nerve wracking event for me to drive it, even if I like driving a standard and did it for many years. No power steering, driving it was like wrestling a small clanking metal steer. Let's just say that Jim was starting to cringe away like he expected thunderbolts from the Almighty over the tapestry of profanity I was weaving driving that thing!

Noon yesterday after fighting that car to run errands. Not a soul in Tama. This is the El Mercandito yesterday then when I went for the second Pina Colada.

Ghost town, even with tourism reopened. This does not bode well. Later I heard we now have five active Coronavirus cases in Tama itself. No one knows how any of these folks got it, unlike the few dribs and drabs of folks with it before here. A total and complete mystery. I have personally observed how sloppy most of Tama, including us, had gotten about prevention methods. When you live in an area that got a total of 4 active cases over six months you get lax.

At the same time all of this is happening I am also getting endless online crap from middle aged white Republican men, contacting me willy nilly after my very slight review of Michael Cohen's book "Disloyal" at NLQ. I only mentioned the parts involving Jerry Falwell Jr., and now every male Trumper online has decided to contact me via messengers, social media, emails and other stuff to whine that I cannot possibly understand President Donald Trump with my tiny little woman brains. I hate mansplainers, regular mansplainers that want to tell you how we're wrong about all sorts of things, but Trump mansplainers take the cake for offensive cluelessness. I'm done, I'm about to start making voodoo dolls of these guys and pinch off the heads and gonads. Yesterday afternoon I'd just had enough and started mocking all of them contacting me.


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