Saturday, November 14, 2020
Saturday, November 7, 2020
The doctor was standing in front the nurses station having walked over from one end of the Covid patient block of rooms. She is still wearing her isolation gown, gloves, goggles, and mask. She announces that she just separated the dirty and clean isolation and prep tables outside the patient rooms. There is a silent pause among all the nurses sitting at the computers. "I separated the clean and dirty tables... they were right next to each other?" "Okay." Someone muttered. "Thank you(?)." Another person said with the faintest hint of a Question mark. "They can't be so close together... the clean... the dirty tables." "Yes. Yes, doctor. Thank you." I looked at her and wondered if she changed her gloves after touching the table. I wish I had a Book of Gold star stickers to put next to the nurse's station or screening station... to award people when they ask for recognition when they do their jobs or simply use common sense. -TM www.minormumbles.com
This was sent via postcrossing to MonikaDvorakova. She wanted a Unesco WHS card. This is a postcards of Fountains Abbey I have plenty of those. But I kinda like sending postcards of locations before the UN came around and thought it was worth saving.
Monday, November 2, 2020
So I voted pretty much straight down the ticket for democrats and progressive candidates. Trump is a lunatic. A racist, sexist, narcissist. I honestly don't care that he is a philander but he is a huge liar. Biden is not my first choice, neither is Kamala. The two-party system blows, I don't much care for our mayor, Ted Wheeler. But Iannarone comes off as a certified grade-A whack job. I cannot stand how incapable Chloe Eudaly, is at understanding the concerns of people with different points of view. Mingus Mapps got his ass thoroughly handed to him by her in the debate. So we are fucked regardless of who wins city Commissioner. All the measures are for increases in taxes, to which I have mixed feelings about ... part of me & feels... EAT THE RICH. But the other part feels like why must this state be soooo anticapitalist? Ehh... I voted for all the measures including legalizing psilocybin and taxing tobacco products' and e-cigarettes...I wish they could just tox the shit out of e-ciggs. There was also a measure to decriminalize low-level drug possession. Which is great Portland is stupidly defunding police while we are kinda turning into a lawless drug-addled angry "anarchist Jurisdiction."
It's November 2nd. My wife and I just finished dinner. It feels... like how I felt the night before a hurricane was due to strike. I feel like I should be doing something but there is nothing to do until the new pandemonium begins. These past four years have been "stupid chaos" and there is a chance whole new starting "stupid chaos" that I am completely unfamiliar with. Maybe it's dangerous maybe it's more of the same... maybe it will be a glimpse of sanity. When people talk about the election and I am unsure of the political affiliation I just comment that it is wonderful that this election is on track to have the most voter participation since 1908... but that is only 65%. I will then ask people should it be our goal to make this # = 100? Tonight marks my last night in blissful ignorance of how bad it can actually be...It feels a whole lot like when Trump won against HRC.
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Fall is setting into the Pacific Northwest. Here in Portland Oregon it is a cold drizzly morning 39°F. When I let my dog out this morning it was so foggy that I thought it was smoke. About a month ago we had some very bad fires here on the west coast. There were days the sky was orange and grey and you could not see more than 50 ft. I am sending you this card because you essentially asked for it. You wanted something for your kids but ultimately you wanted something colorful. You have a lot of rules. No art (is this card considered art?) No ad cards. (I guess I can understand that one) But no handmade cards. (This one rule... a lot of people have .... Why? Are they really that bad? How do you define handmade?) I was going to send this card to an American but I sent it to you. I don't know why. Maybe I will contemplate that when I write to the American. I have 6-7 postcards I have to write today. I think I am more productive with Postcrossing when I am under pressure. So I will generate several addresses at once to fuel my creativity. Lately, it seems like card selection takes the most time. The text on this card is pretty much generated by your demand that I write as much as I can on the card. When I told my wife this... she laughed. She knows how small and bad my handwriting can be. This is my smallest pen... a Pigma micron 005. This is the pen I normally postcard with a micron 02. I usually write my drafts with this pen, a micron 03 or this... a micron PN. It's hard to write with the 005. Today is Halloween. I don't think we will get many trick or treaters because of Covid (we really shit the bed with that have in the states) it's important to carve out some normalcy where you can. -tm OCTOBER 31, 2020 (HALLOWEEN)
Sent via Postcrossing to Caddi. She said she wants colorful and something she could show her kids. But she did say she wanted me to write as much as I can. So I have been presented with a new challenge. MAX WORDS! This card is 340 words. I am pretty sure I can beat that. Her birthday is Christmas eve! Mine is the day after Christmas! I could have mentioned that! That would have gotten me over 350 certainly. Maybe next time.
My mother was denied pets while growing up so when she became a parent she answered any demands we had for pets. I had gerbils and hamsters growing up. I think I even had mice at one point. I had habi-trail tubes that went all over the place. My room smelled of cedar chips and rodent urine...no matter how often I cleaned the cage... they would pee in the habi-trail tunnels. Rodents can be vicious things. I had a female hamster named Hillary... who I assume I named after Hillary Clinton. I remember she once ate her babies, (the hamster did I can not speak for HRC.) She also attacked "Andrew", her mate. I think I named him after the hurricane (1992). She cut his belly open and his intestines spilled out. He died. She was a very nice hamster to me... just not anyone else. I only had gerbils for a short time. They bit. All the time. I could never handle them. I once had a cage of gerbils escape. They chewed through the screen top and out to freedom. One of them crawled into an open electrical socket. (Our house was always in a state of demolition/remodeling) and it chewed on a live wire and died. Another one I found dead in the front yard. I think it was killed by one of our cats. The third one vanished I assume it went on to live its best gerbil life free of the burdens of being a pet. -TM www.minormumbles.com
Sent via postcrossing to DelilahCal.
I call my grandmother at least once a week since moving away from NJ to Or. She is 94. W talk about the weather. I tell her about her great grandchild Ursa, and what she has been up to. She asks when I will come to visit and I sadly tell her until there is a Coronavirus vaccine I can't risk coming to see her. Whenever I ask how she is doing she says one of 2 things. "I am doing pretty good for an old Broad." OR - "The golden years...the only thing Golden is your urine." God bless her. -TM.
Sent via Postcrossing to nkarnof. And I will be completely frank...she has a better profile than a good chunk of the people on Postcrossing and she seems pretty cool. All business. No demands. Love it.