This is Day 355 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are healthy and happy.
Well, truth is I’m dealing with a stiff neck — Thursday evening, with my head down and a full head of steam, I plowed into one of Ernie’s extended slides and jammed my neck pretty good. I hadn’t seen stars like that since high-school football.
It was a lot more fun back then.
I was born clumsy, and over the years I’ve learned to embrace my special talent. Deb has her moments, too. We complement each other — she falls down and I hit my head on shit.
It’s an arrangement that works for us.
All the major networks broadcast Daffy McHairsniffer’s pre-recorded address Thursday night. (Wait — you didn’t think that was live, did you?) I read the transcript and watched some video, and I have to say it was the most go-to-hell, blatantly anti-American speech I’ve ever heard from a president.
It was full of fearmongering and authoritarian scolding, treating the governed — whose consent he doesn’t bother to seek — like children. Most appalling was this line:
‘…we will issue further guidance on what you can and cannot do…”
The ellipses I used are your clue that something preceded that quote and something followed it. In this case, the context is irrelevant — it’s never acceptable for a president, or any government official, to utter those words, presuming to define born-free citizens’ conduct. It reminds us that Daffy and his leftist cabal fundamentally misunderstand both individual Liberty and the role of government.
Here’s another disturbing signal of the Left’s transformed America:
“…By July the 4th, there’s a good chance you, your families and friends will be able to get together in your backyard or in your neighborhood and have a cookout or a barbecue and celebrate Independence Day. That doesn’t mean large events with lots of people together, but it does mean small groups will be able to get together. After this long hard year, that will make this Independence Day something truly special….”
Yes, he actually said that.
If you believe that how you and I celebrate Independence Day — or that we celebrate it at all — is up to Doctor Dementia and the State, you’re not a true American. Simple as that.
You’re a shill for these leftist merchants of fear and hate. And you’re responsible, for instance, for the passage of sweeping “gun control” legislation in the House this week — which not only is unconstitutional, but it means to disarm law-abiding citizens at a time when America is opening its borders to a wave of illegal immigrants that includes a ruthless criminal element, when once-great cities are allowing so-called “autonomous zones” where law enforcement (if it hasn’t been defunded by now) may not go.
You ought to be ashamed of yourselves — but I know you won’t be.
Yesterday I moved into the bus. All of my traveling clothes are tucked into drawers or hanging in my half of the closet, and several pairs of shoes and boots are racked on the closet floor. Ernie is equipped with a half-bath midships, which I’ve been assigned, so I stocked it with a respectable array of manly personal-care items.
Deb did the same in her share of the living space. Maybe it’s just me, but it felt like a major step.
Even now there’s still a lot of learning going on, and so much is left to learn. Some of the lessons are ordinary and expected — figuring out the most efficient maintenance routine, understanding how to manage limited electric power and so on. Others bring chagrin, like stripping the bit of a cheap screwdriver I thought was “good enough” to devote to road duty.
Dammit, I learned that lesson decades ago when I was traveling the country by motorcycle — you just don’t cheap out on tools. The broken screwdriver went into the trash, replaced by a solid tool with heavy-duty replaceable bits.
And then there’s the odd surprise. After topping-off the freshwater tank Thursday afternoon I walked around to the curb side of the bus to find a small stream of water hitting the ground just in front of the rear duals. Knowing that there are no plumbing fixtures in that area of the coach, I didn’t panic — I finished what I was doing. By the time I got back to it, about five minutes later, the water had stopped.
As I’d suspected, it was the fresh-water tank’s overflow drain doing its job. It meant that I’d put in as much water as the tank would hold. Now I know what that looks like.
We brought the dogs out for a visit last night. They did some exploring, then relaxed along with us. Scout (pictured) settled on the rug with her favorite Nylabone. She and Dipstick are really diggin’ this.
So are we.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.