It’s only just beginning to feel like baseball weather here in Boston, and MLB owners are clamoring to start the season and send their players out into a pandemic to make them money. I’d almost understand if those billionaires had to pay Boston rents.
I got rid of my car four years ago, and used Zipcar for groceries and supply runs. I’m not sitting in someone else’s germs, so we rely on delivery now. Thankfully there’s a local store that’s sources stuff locally, so its supply chains aren’t as strained as the monopolies.
We currently have enough meat and fish, but I would kill for a grocery chain rotisserie chicken and the chicken salad I’d make out of the leftovers.
On top of the current crisis and depression, the Post Office has an insane requirement to fund its pensions 75 years into the future. Eliminate that, add postal banking while you’re at it, and it’ll be able to help us all survive the next several months of quarantine.
Not only are we under house arrest, it’s been cold and rainy for most of the quarantine so far. Without being able to escape to our triple decker’s balconies, my wife and I are watching A LOT of T.V. The commercials that are about the pandemic are the worst part. And that’s even including Tiger King.
I don’t recommend ingesting aquarium cleaner, but the little diving guy with the bubbles coming out of his helmet is better suited to manage this crisis than Republicans.
Week three of quarantine saw more stuff shut down, and a bunch of people lose their jobs. A lot of people are in denial, and will probably stay there until footage of bodies stacked in unused hockey rinks become common. Grim times! But I’ll keep drawing jokes to pay for that next bag of beans.