I know, I know. See last entry. These are strange days. In fact, it’s been so long since I’ve been around that WordPress forgot my password.
(It’s TomLovesTheRams19864Eva, by the way)
22 days as a matter of fact. 22 days since my last confession. Since I last road out on to these plains and turned blank white pages into a flowing masterpiece of political football puppy love. So you haven’t seen anything like this in 31,680 minutes:
And I apologize. Sort of.
I apologize every time someone walks into the store and says “you don’t have to wear that mask for me,” too. I apologize when I turn down a polite offer to go to a super-spreader event, or to hang out with someone who’s gone to a super-spreader event, or to hang out with someone who just hung out with somebody who just went to a super-spreader event. I apologize and say there’s a pandemic. It feels weird to have to explain that part because, honestly, how does anyone not know yet?
My little county, which escaped the greater California attack of coronavirus early on, is currently in the midst of a powerful surge. 5 people died in the last week. Only 24 had died previously since this began. We are up to 1666 positive cases, which is an ominous number in and of itself. Our 7-day positivity rate has quadrupled in October. We are twice the California rate. We’re heading into what’s known as the “purple” tier. Widespread, it means. Shutdowns.
I see the daily whining about that. “Fuck Newsom!” they say. As if he’s the one holding Shasta County super-spreader events and unmasked religious gatherings. He’s not the one calling Covid-19 “another flu” while waving a gun and flag out of his truck and walking into appliance stores telling their sales managers “you don’t have to wear that for me.”
It’s not for you. It’s for me. For my wife. For my family, my friends, my co-workers and customers. It’s for the elderly person that will die unnecessarily because I didn’t do the simplest, most preventative thing.
And yet, daily, I hear about someone called “they” trying to control our lives and wanting to shut us down to prove “their” power over “us.” It’s not us vs them, folks. It’s the biggest plague in 100 years vs every human being on the planet. Come together. Right now.
Just, uh, not over me.
Besides that it’s rivalry day. Somehow, amidst a crazy pandemic, we’re able to squeeze in sports (with caveats). The Rams are quietly 4-1. Quietly, I say, because you haven’t heard me talk about them here where I go and talk about stuff that is important to me.
The Rams are important to me, and have been since some time around 1986. I liked ‘em before that. I liked ‘em since I was about 10 and some kids in the neighborhood told me I had to pick an NFL team so I picked the one that they hated most. They hated the Rams, because the Rams always beat the Niners. That record has leveled since those days. In fact, the Niners lead the all-time series 71-67 at this point so we’ve got some catching up to do. But one thing hasn’t changed: the Niners hate the Rams, the Rams hate the Niners.
The Rams and Niners come together, though, to hate the Seahawks.
It’s 7:25 in the morning and I just finished my first Coffee/Bailey’s. I’m going to pour another. And then I’m going to put some breakfast in my belly. After that I’ll check on my fantasy roster, declutter the garage, trim some shrubbery, order some temporary fencing to keep Marvel from eating poisonous seeds from my Chinese Tallow, and then – eventually – drink some beer and watch the Rams. We have the night game so, you know, it’s going to be a long day.
I had a long conversation with myself yesterday about time management, so we’ll see how that goes. We’ll see how this goes. I miss this. I miss you. All of you. It’s a strange world. It’s a strange year.
But some really great things have happened, are happening. Let’s not forget those. Count our blessings. Sales are good. One of the best people on the planet sits next to me every day at work now. I have healthy dogs. A loving wife. The house I love, at a cheaper rate than last year. Amazing neighbors. The Rams are 4-1. Donald Trump is leaving the country.
Count your blessings. Despite the pandemic there’s plenty to be grateful for. Be grateful. Be careful, be safe, be wise. But be you. It’s a tough sea to navigate but I believe in your skills. I believe in you.
I believe in us.
Now here’s some more of them being them and me being me: