Pot roast
Yesterday,
for reasons of its own, was not one of my better days, but today is a good day.
I woke to sunshine, the temperature has been moderate all day, and my cottage
smells wonderful. I put a pot roast in the crockpot early this morning, added
potatoes about noon, and carrots about four. Now I can’t wait to eat it. They
say you should bake bread (or cookies) if your house is being shown for sale;
after today, I’d say you should put a roast on. The gravy in this one is a simple
mix of dry onion soup, cream of mushroom soup, and half a cup of red wine. I
used to do that for my kids all the time.
Am I
crazy? I am just devastated that Gov. Abbott has opened up the state—no mask
mandate, business as usual. Yes, I’ve had both shots and feel fairly safe but
not invincible. I had been looking forward to dinner in a restaurant with a
friend next week. I distinctly remember having dinner with her on March 12,
2020—it was the last time either of us ate in a restaurant. But now I’m not
sure I want to eat elbow-to-elbow with unmasked people. The CDC is issuing a
stern warning against rushing to open too soon—guess the good governor just
didn’t hear that one. I’m not inclined to be a fan of the Texas governor, he
who brought us the energy crisis. Now he’s exacerbating the covid crisis.
I know
the argument is that we must restore the economy, but I’m skeptical that
letting large numbers of people catch the virus is going to do much for the
economy. It seems to me a question of weighing human life against the economy,
and I know which one I’d choose. Abbott says individual vigilance is still
needed but state mandates are not necessary. What fairyland does he live in
that he thinks everyone is going to continue to mask and social distance
without the mandate? Sure, a lot of us will, but too many won’t. For one thing,
trump politicized the whole mask question to the point his followers think it’s
a badge of independence to go without a mask. And Lord knows, we have too many
of his followers in Texas!
One
more comment on that subject: how many people have you heard of with the flu?
Think maybe masks work? Sure, between CDC protocols (masks and social distance)
and the terrific roll-out of vaccinations (Isn’t it nice to have a president
who does what he promises?), covid numbers are dramatically going down. When you’re
winning is not the time to quit fighting.
On a
brighter note, I found some clothes I’d lost. I asked Jordan to help look, and
she was quite insistent that I had approved giving them away. I knew that wasn’t
true because it was a favorite pair of leggings and a shirt that I wore with
several things. She was standing in the closet, puzzled, when I suggested maybe
they were buried in a basket that sat to one side. And there they were, under some
other things—shirt, leggings, a pair of pajamas I wear a lot. Please do not ask
how they got there. Brightened my day.
And
another bit of bad news for the day—the estate of Dr. Seuss has decided to pull
six books from the market because of racial images. I’m not sure which six
books, so I can’t speak to the images, but it seems a shame to deprive children
of the joy of Dr. Seuss.
Don’t
get me started on Governor Cuomo. I’m on a tear already tonight!
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