Our butt wipe of a governor opened up the state of Georgia. By Monday everything except very large events (amusement parks, concerts, etc) will be open. This includes bowling alleys and movie theaters -- because, of course, they should open immediately. We can't possibly live without a bowling alley.
My dentist is even closed for routine cleanings until June.
What the actual hell am I living?!?
I need to find a way to accept this without being so outraged. I knew it was coming and now verses 3 weeks from now is not that different. Suddenly the outside world feels very unsafe again. And the Trump loving, people hating, butt wipes who support him are shouting victory -- throwing their masks in the air and saying it's over.
Meanwhile, the kids want to punt their wedding to 2021 and the venue owner is not allowing it (so far). Why? "Our governor is smart and he cares about our safely -- he says it's perfectly safe to have a wedding this summer." Can you say Trump supporter?!?
Okay, enough of a rant even though I could rant for hours.
Today is my eldest's 26th birthday (!!) We're meeting at lunchtime for a dog walk and I'll pick him up lunch from a local restaurant. I made an angel food cake too.
Want to hear my disaster making the world's easiest boxed cake? I had the batter poured and was taking the cake to the oven. It slipped a little and I caught it on the bottom -- the moveable bottom. Yep -- batter EVERYWHERE all over the kitchen I had just cleaned (yesterday was cleaning day). I had to re-mop the floor 3 times before it wasn't sticky. Second cake cooked fine and I turned it upside-down on my gram's old empty vermouth bottle she gave me 20 years ago for making angel food cake (she always said it was the perfect bottle for the job). For the first time, the bottle wedged so deeply into the pan that I had to throw out the entire thing -- pan and bottle. Nothing (heat, cold) would remove it and I'm not risking breaking a glass bottle on my hand. I'm sad about losing that piece of my time together with my gram. Lots of good memories when I'd see that bottle.
We're having the deck stained today. We had to wait until the new wood aged. Hubby went cheap and said not to stain the underneath. I think it's going to look sloppy since I bet some of the stain drips through the slats. No one sees the bottom but us, but still -- it should look nice for us too. We'll see. We can always have it stained fully the next time. It's an outside job and we felt it was fine to do it now.
Izzy's adopter wants one more day to decide. I think she's coming back to us, but they are smitten with her and want to try one more day. I know it's a hard decision.
I plan to have a good day today -- this isn't going to be without effort though. I need to call in all the big thought work and feeling processing. I'm worried and angry and feel alone. We're NOT in this together anymore -- I'm back to the quieter minority of people who still feel precautions are necessary.
Stay safe. Later gators.
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