“Wait Master, it might be dangerous…you go first.”
I am becoming more and more a curmudgeon, when I am constantly bombarded with the message of a “new normal.” I am sorry, I had to listen to a constant message that the country was down in the dumps and that we would have a lousy economy for the rest of my life, and that was going to be the “new normal.” I have lost respect and favor for so called “journalists” ever since I saw a man that had covered the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, decide that he was more important then the story, when he was interviewing the President of the United States of America. I am sorry if there is no respect for that office, then petty positions like governors should even be held in lower esteem. Living in a lockdown confinement is not normal, for Americans who have heard of how we waged a revolution over taxation without representation and won our freedom to be independent. I was just reading that currently in another fiefdom called Nevada, if we wanted to go visit the children and grandchildren there, we would have to go into voluntary quarantine for fourteen days, before we can see the family. I am sorry but after being in quarantine for seventy-two days, that is insanity. Instead of fuzzy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror, there will be a mask, and not for robbing banks; and there will be medical latex examination gloves in the glove box. Now perhaps “journalists” and “politicians” don’t have families anymore, so the concept of family is lost on them, but to everyone I know and respect, there is still family.
Since, this is about Abby-Normal and not Hans Delbruck, even our dinner was different at home. We had a Botana, probably more a Tex-Mex creation with spicy ground-round in a chili poured on Nacho Chips then covered with cheese and baked and toss in some Jalapeno Peppers as well. Let us nor forget to have some Spicy Guacamole and some Salsa as well. Now normally we go out for a dinner like this, but now in Abby-Normal times we have to get it to go, and then reheat it once we get it home. It loses the appeal and we may as well have it fresh and hot the first time around, as left-overs and reheating are also part of the new Abby-Normal. Though I really have nothing to complain about, because we are eating like Royalty, but that is because my Bride can cook and I feel sorry for people that have to rely on Microwave meals that are loaded with Sodium that will cause issues later on, depending on how long they endured a steady diet of such “food.”
We will also take a break for Abby and rather than having wine, we will have what we normally get when we go out for a meal like that and get a Margarita. Now, our favorite eatery prior to what has happened, used to make a huge batch in the morning and let the flavors mingle and steep for the day and they were wonderful, actually my Bride used to think that they were too lethal and she would only have one, after her first encounter with two of them. We just so happened to have a bottle of Jose Cuervo Margaritas, which is a premixed ready-to-drink cocktail, while it might not be for the purist, it works for the few times that we feel like a Margarita at home. It is made with Cuervo Tequila and Triple Sec, all you need is ice, but since we keep it in the refrigerator, we drink it neat and neither of us find it lethal, and it is easy to enjoy and really worked well with the Botana.
“Soitenly. You take the blonde; I’ll take thee one in the toiben.”