So when I posted a couple weeks ago (was it March or was it that long time in April, hell I can’t recall) about my ironing and starching of my bedding linen I got some looks. Not trying to call anyone out, Mrs. Otteralum, but I told this person that until you have slept on this then you can’t snicker at my secret pandemic behavior. Oh she is going to throat punch me when this is over. LULTU#1
Ty Middelton was correct, this is great therapy and it keeps me from drinking at 9AM on a Saturday.
So here is a brief tutorial on how to properly iron and starch your bed linens. Enjoy and smile because you are about to read a blog from a guy who blogged about ironing his bed linens. Oh and this is the Third time I have referenced ironing bed linens.
Let me know when you do this. I promise you will love it. Thanks Mrs. Otteralum for playing along.
Let me be very clear right now Folks – This is not an invitation for a Debate on the use of a recruiting tool flying over my city rather than spending the money on COVID-19 funds. I don’t have time for this. Pro or Con you will get deleted. This is about a salute to the front line healthcare employees who are saving lives. Furthermore it’s about people being stuck in 500 square foot apartment for 40+ days and the sheer joy we had for about 40 minutes yesterday and it was a welcome distraction. Sorry for the early on Come-a-part but I have seen a bunch of these debates going on social media. *steps off his anticipated soap box*
Back Story – I have been associated with two airshows when I was in Memphis. Long hours and your neck gets sore from starting up in the air. Two years ago we went to Jones Beach with the Murphranks and saw an airshow from the beach. God that was cool and the Blue Angels killed it. Sitting on the beach with a drink in your hand watching it is really the way to go. Last year we couldn’t go because someone had to recover from a boob job. I kid because I am glad she is around but seriously Karen….
So on Monday around 10:15AM I get a message from Professor about an airshow all over New York and New Jersey. I am thinking that from our vantage point in Downtown Brooklyn we could possibly see them twice.
I decided to go live on Instagram Stories and post this. I mean, I watch people’s stuff all the time and maybe I can give something back. I messaged my Work Wife (the International one) and asked if she would want to show her view from Hoboken New Jersey. We did a joint call and it was cool having two perspectives.
She was in and it was very helpful because I found out that it is pretty hard doing a live stream with nobody talking back to you. Shout out to those who got on and those who saw the feed. S/O to Atlanta, Memphis, Lyon France, San Pedro, Florida, New Jersey, New York and all others. The feed is still active until 12:40PM Eastern Standard Time today.
Here are some pics from Mr. 3 First Names and Lady Barrister. They watched it from their rooftop. I told them that in 40+ days I was never so jealous of them and (Calm your tits, we ain’t doing it folks) wanted to come see them and watch together. But that is irresponsible and selfish because other people live in that building so we stayed home.
Shout out to all you COVID-19 front line healthcare responders. Thank you for what you do. We are going to get through this. We are doing our part. We are staying home.
I am hoping that I am not starting a trend with these posts. I was finishing up a team call on Wednesday last week and I looked at Twitter. My former High School had posted that Tom Nix had passed away at the age of 93 years old. I sat there for a minute and that news really bummed me out. Not only did we lose a great person but because of the current state of things that nobody will be able to help celebrate his unbelievable life. We could fill Liberty Bowl Stadium with people who loved Coach Nix.
My father had Coach Nix when he was at the Brothers, I had Coach Nix when I went there for high school. I mean that man molded many a Brothers Boy starting in 1957 when he became Football Coach. My father loved Coach Nix and early on he made sure that I would get the same experience. Growing up in the Summer I was always attending the Tom Nix All Sports camp. I recall Eddie Klank and Mike Bennet as camp counselors. I vividly remember the bus rides to CBU for swimming. The “Pokie Bait” references to sweets and desserts. Getting that 2PM Coke from a bottle and his post lunch stories. The story “The Man with the Golden Arm” was mentioned in the obituary and I started smiling because I could remember lying on the wrestling mat listening to him as he sat in the chair in the middle of the gym telling us that. And don’t get me wrong, you weren’t just sitting around doing nothing at those camps. I came home every day exhausted. Battle Ball and Archie Ball are still my favorites.
When I went to the Brothers Coach Nix was serving as Athletic Director and head of Physical Education. Coach Nix didn’t put up with much messing around. Coach Nix despised spitting and would jerk a knot in your head if he caught you. Ironic that he died in the middle of a pandemic that the disease can be transferred from saliva. Oh and if you were caught dipping it was curtains for you. He would put a piece of duct tape over your mouth with the dip still in your cheek. I look back and am (1) fortunate that he never caught me but (2) that type of discipline would have parents up in arms now days. It was very simple with Coach Nix – you do what you are told and you follow the rules.
I recall working for him as a camp counselor in the summers. I think he may have paid us like $75 or $100 bucks a week back in the day. When I injured my knee and ended up having to have surgery. I remember doing my rehab during Gym class and he walked by, looked at me and said.
“Robilio I don’t mean to be ugly but you are just like your daddy. You were the same height with everyone during your Freshman year but it looks like they left you in your Sophomore year. I mean Billy Canale always says that if your legs were any shorter your butt would drag the ground. How about you help the football team out as the trainer?”
He was right, I wasn’t getting any national exposure being a 5′ 7″ running back. I might add being a student trainer did pay for me to attend The University of Arkansas. I would run into him at various events after college and he was always as genuine and friendly as ever and I still tell him I recall that story.
I believe the last time I saw him was at Brother Joel McGraw’s Golden (50th) celebration for being a Christian Brother. Hell I just realized that with campus being pretty much done for the year that we can’t have a going away celebration for him going into retirement. Anyway, I saw Coach Nix sitting at a table, the man had horrible arthritis so I walked up to him. I was about to re-introduce myself (I am always a big proponent of that because people can’t always remember names) and he knew my name and it was almost like we picked up from where we last left off.
Like I said, Christian Brothers lost a great one. Prayers to Ms. Anita (his wife of 68 years) and the family. Paw Paw was a good one.
Why is he starting out with a picture on his blog today? So that picture above was sent to me by Sweet Melissa the Bama fan who happened to be raised by LSU parents. Yeah, you try to figure that shit out.
I replied back to her – that I wished it was me because the last time I set foot in the borough of Manhattan was 43 days ago. I admit that I try to keep my Subway awareness sharp and repeat the subway stops from say Nevins to say Grand Central in my head. (Nevins, Borough Hall, Bowling Green, Wall, Fulton, Brooklyn Bridge – City Hall, Canal, 14St – Union Sq, Grand Central – 42nd)
This then led into a discussion of how NOLA residents were coping with not having the first week of Jazz Fest. I mean all the food, the culture, and the fun but thankfully WWOZ is streaming Jazz Fest on Alexa. The old neighbor (God I bet her recycling is off the charts right now) was informing us how she now pulls up to grocery stores and they load her groceries in the back of the car and she goes on her merry way. Same for Lowes and Crawfish runs for Sweet Melissa. Welcome to the new norm.
Ok I have tormented them enough. Please notice I didn’t anger the AGM/my old prom date. I don’t need a Pucci Ban right now, I got enough shit on my plate.
So yesterday we didn’t really feel like doing much. I let Geranium sleep in because, well she loves her some sleep. One of our goals during this is that we are trying to reduce our carbon footprint and also conserve food and reduce our waste. Recall that Post about our Fresh Direct FU? So we, on that order, got cut chicken and for some reason we got a head of broccoli.
We decided to make this Broccoli slaw recipe that Geranium makes and we both like. Sadly we needed a red onion, shredded cheese and carrots so we figured we would go this morning since it is shitty weather and yesterday was a nice day and the streets were packed. Yesterday I was taking Maya out and also swinging by Wright & Goebel to get some more rum that I ordered online. I ran into our 38th floor neighbor who was heading out. She asked if we needed anything from Brooklyn Fare so I took her up on getting those 3 items. What can I say, New Yorkers are getting pretty resourceful.
So what are your COVID-19 Hacks? I think I have mentioned that I am going stale here.
For Example – I heard if you clean your glasses with white foamy shaving cream it will help prevent them from fogging up. It actually works.
Shoot me a message and I will post them.
And thanks Sweet Melisa for letting me post your pictures. When this is over I am coming there and we are going to drink like its our JOB!
It was bound to happen. I mean one eventually will come to the end of the internet right? Even Taco Girl who is recovering from a chipped tooth and Scooop have changed up the way they are posting during this. I looked at my pictures this morning to post today and even I can’t come up with something clever.
I do have a fun tongue n cheek that I am going to work on Saturday while the sheets are drying. But I am just warning you dozen or so readers of this worthless dribble it could go boring here folks.
Anyway here is what I got going.
And I refuse to be one of those. So big plans this weekend?
Man O Man The Murphrank’s, Professor, Bobcat, Homeless Tim, The Asian Fireman and Wife are going to be jealous of this post.
Those previously named are in The Per Se Christmas Dinner invited list that we thankfully make the cut each year. Don’t let the fancy dinner confuse them as all high fancy folk. I mean with the exception of Homeless Tim all of them can crush Bud Light like it is their job. Actually if my memory serves me correctly we did go crush Bud Lights after this past years dinner.
I have mentioned a couple times that we have always been a fan of the Grocery service Fresh Direct. A couple clicks of mouse and BOOM someone is delivering my groceries and doing the heavy lifting. You don’t understand what a pain carrying heavy stuff around without a car is up here. Put it this way grab an 18 pack of beer and a normal grocery store haul and try to walk that shit 8 blocks in a boat tote bag. Yeah, you get the picture.
Prior to COVID-19 we could get a delivery slot for the next day pretty easy. Now days they are sold out for the entire week. This does present a problem but we know a couple life hacks to get around this.
Always have a couple things in your shopping cart to meet the minimum order.
Make this like your Christmas Wish List – All the Proteins, all the drinks and don’t be shy. You may get shut out because of inventory is so wonky these days.
Don’t get all pissy if you get a sub. They are trying as hard as they can and if you are one of those who bitch. Bless. Your. Heart.
Check everyday multiple times to see if there are some open time slots. You always take the first available slot you can get and then you keep adding to the order. Typically you can make changes to the order up until 5PM the day before.
You Network the Fuck out of this – Maria keeps an eye on it and so do a couple other friends.
So last Saturday Maria shot us a text that Wednesday was wide open and we needed to grab a slot. Geranium was on the laptop and she threw 3 items to make the minimum and would modify that later. She picked Cold Water Lobster Tail, Bottle of Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label and a Ribeye Steak. (who is she trying to fucking impress, its just her, me and dog)
Saturday after I got done with my chores I went in to amend the order and I couldn’t find the order. Geranium has been known to struggle with this but I am well versed in doing this on my iPad. I was able to create an order and also secure a slot on Wednesday (4.22.2020 with a window of 6AM to 8AM) so I wasn’t too worried.
On Tuesday morning we were still messing with the order and Geranium realized that the original order was still showing in there so she zeroed out those items. Honestly – We have kind of grown used to things and apps acting strange given everyone is home on their devices.
I think you know where this is going…..
So the order I placed got delivered at 7AM and the ‘guy’ was appreciative of the healthy tip I put on the bill. I mean dude was carrying 6 X 12 packs of drinks and a case of 6X1Gallon Distilled Water. He deserves much more for doing this given the environment.
Then at 11AM our doorbell rings and Geranium receives the second order. It just has 3 items but cost as much as my larger order. I just hope it wasn’t the same guy.
Dinner was fantastic and doesn’t everyone eat Surf and Turf with expensive ass champagne on a Wednesday? LJZ is going to be pissed at me for not sharing the bubbles or the lobster!
And Just A Reminder – There Are No Rules in a Pandemic! If I Could Have Gotten White Truffles I Would Have Done So!
So in an effort to not day drink on the weekend we decided to take on other responsibilities. I mean its not like we can go anywhere. So after I did the kitchen cabinets I decided it was time to get the iron out and make some shit less wrinkled.
So I starched and ironed our bed linens. I have to admit that it somewhat satisfying doing a monotonous chore like ironing. Let me cast no aspersions on what some of you smart asses are about to say. We get out of this I am still taking my shit to the laundry/dry cleaners. I am just trying to find shit to do to keep me from hitting the beer.
So come clean, what are some of you doing to keep sane?
We had shit weather which we consider a blessing because it keeps people inside more. I decided to forgo my closet since we still have cooler weather and I am not ready to shed my warmer jackets and such. I decided that I would devote some time to our kitchen cabinets.
Easter Sunday Geranium spent a time trying to find her piping bags to make deviled eggs so I figured it was time to get that organized.
Like I said, it was some stellar shit we did on Saturday.