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I'm Not Ready

I'm not ready. It's way too early for an old man like me running around in public. There are way too many people not wearing masks and observing social distancing. Even though my COVID test, taken a week ago was negative, I'm not going to take any risks. I only meet certain people, outdoors, and wearing a mask. With cases occurring at an alarming rate and the death toll climbing, I'm not rolling that set of dice.

I wish people would quit pointing out that the birds have started migrating and the sumac is changing color. The month of September and up to mid-October are part of The 120 days of Possible Good Weather in Wisconsin. Do not rain on this guy's parade!

I am ready. I may be optimistic but I've started planing for the morning after November 3rd when my email account will be almost empty when I open it. (If I could get Lending Tree to stop, it would be empty for sure.)

While the late-night comics will have a couple of more months to have fun with Trump, they will be hard-pressed to find a subject easier to satire. 

I'm betting when we don't have Trump to kick around and we can go down to the corner bar without risking our lives there will be some of us who will miss it. 

Have you noticed that when you message email or call someone they answer almost immediately? Of course, they do. They're sure as hell not at work. 

If they are helping their kids with schoolwork they look forward to an interruption, particularly if they can't solve the problems the kid is working on.

Most of all I'm ready to be all through living in theses challenging, difficult, uncertain, troubling, difficult, anxious, fearful, unprecedented, times of crisis. who-hah.


My suggestions for streaming on Netflix include; Call My Agent French, Hanibal English, and Young Wallander English.

I am tiptoeing in to Away. It better improve. After viewing the piolet, I was not impressed with the script. Swank is well cast as the lead in this space drama, but they are going to have to give her more to work with to keep me watching.

PS: I'm a great-grandpa again. Twice. Thank you to Micka and AJ parents of Brixton and now his twin sibs Ledger and Jonny.




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