It is a proven scientific fact that brain cells are killed off by stress. Well, I wish I was here to tell you that I still had some of those, what do you call those things. Before the great recession, I think I still had a million of those babies, however by the end of the recession I was down to about half of that. Then I got the notice I had to close the Fair Oaks location. That stress brought them down another half. Ok then came the fire and 30 months of dealing with insurance people brought that number to a quarter of the last total. Ok, let me get a calculator and figure where I was then. Uhhh, ok that is about 62,000 of those things. Then the pandemic comes along and takes another half and then the fires and smoke come and there goes another half. Ok, bring the calculator again, and I am down to about 15000. Now, this morning I get a call at 5:45 to find out we had no power at the Sunrise restaurant. That by the way was why we were closed on Saturday. So that brings me down to, what was I talking about? So I think that leaves me with enough of those cute squiggly things to finish this sentence. I hope.
Sept 7 - 13
So I like to listen to rock music when I am in my car, preferably, new alternative rock. So when I am in my car I am assuming only I can hear my music, even when I listen to it at a very high volume. I don’t know if you have ever been to Taylors but we share a driveway with Loomis Basin Brewery Pub and Smokehouse restaurant, and with the COVID thing, everyone sits outside near that driveway. Well I am at the stop light between Taylors and LBB and I am listening to my music when I look over and everyone there is staring at me, and not in a particularly nice way. More like “ Does this Stupid idiot really think no one can hear his Music?” The next day I ordered a set of earbuds.
Folks, why is this election so polarized and why do we see things so differently? I never remember an election where I was afraid to talk politics. I think maybe we should all start or continue to smoke pot for the next couple of months. Wouldn’t that be something to watch a couple of adults having this polarizing conversation when they were stoned. I mean, at least then we could talk.
Aug 31 - Sept 6
So, folks, we are nearing or maybe even have passed the midpoint of our pandemic situation. What we can do now is dream about the possible future. What that future is, is a complete mystery. The one thing I want more than anything else is for my darling children to go back to school. We all love our kids, but we love them more when they are not around. First off the kids think now that they don’t have to go to school, that they have somehow graduated, and are therefore too smart to be told what to do. My son constantly lectures me on every subject. I try to drink my wine to help with the situation and then he lectures me on how bad it is to drink alcohol. At dinner, I am told I make too much noise when I eat. Today I brought the kids for lunch at Flapjacks, and my daughter started giving me clues on how to run my business better. This is where I get mad at Ronald Reagan, if he hadn’t gotten rid of those psych hospitals I could have convinced someone there to check me in.
Aug 24 - 30
I have absolutely nothing to write about.
I don’t want to talk politics because it is too divided. I don’t want to talk COVID because it is so endless. I don’t want to talk about rabbits because it shows how few brain cells I actually have left which further enforces the fact that I obviously shouldn’t talk politics or COVID. So I will tell you a cute story.
My daughter loves praying mantises. So the other day I am at Raley's and I pick up a few ears of corn and throw them in the trunk. I get home and open the trunk and there is this large praying mantis sitting there staring at me. I call my daughter out to the car to introduce her to her new best friend. She puts the mantis on a rose bush at night and the next day it is still there.
Why couldn’t this have happened before we got the rabbits?