Its Saturday. I think. The Days sorta run into each other. I dont have work. I think. But I know the Kids dont have school. This means today will take longer than any day that ever existed.
Today we made popsicles with Sprite and Gummies. And every single minute of the day, my Children have asked if the popsicles are frozen yet. This might have been the worst idea ever because the Kids go absolutely bonkers after drinking a half cup of juice. Can’t wait to see what happens when they have straight up frozen sugar encased in more frozen sugar. Looks like I will have some blog material for tomorrow.
My Wife made bread in the InstaPot. I feel like a family from the early 1900s who makes do with anything they have in their home. Soon we will making toast from the heat of our car engines because what the hell do you need a car for anymore. The bread was dam good and I am now considering to become Amish. I sorta already have the bad beard.
In the afternoon, I cleaned my garage aka got away from the Kids. But then they came in and started touching and moving everything that I had cleaned. And as I was cleaning the new mess that the kids made, I noticed that every single person and their Mothers (literally) that live in my neighborhood were outside walking around. The sun decided to come out quarantine today after 15 days, and so did everyone else.
It was then I realized that either we Americans just really cant comprehend the English language whether its written or spoken - What does ‘Stay inside’ actually mean? - or going outside is a new symptom of the Coronavirus. Has to be the latter.
I then thought, What if the Coronavirus can communicate with one another. Together, they have the power to “speak” to us putting Americans in a trance like state making them want to come outside to play. Sorta like M Knights terrible movie called The Happening when Mother Nature forces you to kill yourself. Maybe the Coronavirus is doing the same. This would make so much sense. Today their was a line wrapped around Target (i can see Target from my home). I then went online, purchased a few things and then screamed out of my window “YOU CAN BUY SHIT ONLINE IDIOTS!!” Nobody heard. They were too busy googling “how to protect yourself from Coronavirus” as COV lead them out of their homes to wait in line at Target unbeknownst to them. Totally makes sense.
As I work in my garage I start to hear something strange:
Danny, Come on outside. Walk around the street. Your neighbors want to say Hiii. One of them needs to borrow some sugar. I am sure you have some. Go inside and get some sugar so you can be a good neighbor. Go on. Go get some. I fight it. Perhaps my bad beard causes bad receptors not allowing the COV messages to reach my brain fully. The Kids come back in the Garage and mess up everything I just cleaned. “Can we have the popsicles now?!”
I think “hmmmm maybe the neighbors need sugar after all”. Only 103 more hours until school starts again on Monday.
Godspeed.
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