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Never Enuff Magical Thinking!
Nov. 23rd, 2022 01:13 pmRTT has COVID.
Again.
My kids seem to time their bouts with THE PLAGUE for major holidays. Like last year, they both had it over Christmas/New Year’s.
I was at Pretty Pretty New New Nails, the only nail shop in North America that isn’t run by Vietnamese when RTT texted me a picture of his positive COVID test.
(It’s run by Chinese manicurists who trade off working at the terrible Chinese restaurant next door.)
I got so upset I ruined the varnish on four of my nails—a bright cherry red, in case you were wondering.
My perturbance was three-pronged:
(A) He’s my wittle Boo! He needs Mommy to take care of him! And I am here, and he is there!
(B). He’s not really sick! He is orchestrating a complex lie to get out of traveling all the way to Edinboro and Uncle Lew. (I felt deeply horrible for letting this thought flutter through my mind, but following that business around his graduation, thoughts like this are inevitable. I probably won’t ever totally believe anything RTT tells me unless I can get confirmation from an independent source.)
(C) I gave him COVID!!!!! Here’s how I did it:
I was standing outside talking to Loraine whom I hadn’t bumped into in a few weeks. We have plans to go to Sinterklass together weekend next.
“I was thinking about getting a flu shot and a COVID booster today,” Loraine said.
“I’ve been very reluctant to get that third COVID booster,” I said. “I timed the second booster for optimal coverage seven weeks before I went to Sicily. But now. I dunno. I’m tired of COVID boosters.”
“Have you ever gotten COVID?”
“No,” I said. I walked over to a nearby tree and rapped on it. Three times.
“Neither have I,” Loraine said.
“Practically everybody else I know has gotten it,” I said. “Except me. And Linda. My kids both had it twice! Wait! Ichabod has gotten it twice. Has RTT had it twice? I can’t remember! I think maybe he’s only had it once—”
BUZZ-Z-Z-Z!!!!!!!
Wrong!
Since I am a Magical Thinker and my Magical Thoughts inform the flow of the universe, it’s only natural that RTT would immediately contract COVID, right?
###
He says he’s much sicker than last time. Has the full spectrum of symptoms: sore throat, fever, hacking cough. His sense of smell and taste have vanished.
###
Apart from RTT contracting COVID, yesterday was pleasant. I took another day off from doing Remunerative Work. Dropped the broken-zippered boot off at the cobbler. He is an old-fashioned cobbler! Like in one of those old Cat’s Paw shops! Remember when there was a Cat’s Paw shop on practically every corner?
ArtPhoto™ opportunities galore!
Then I skittered up to Rhinebeck to do more light shopping, blowing a wad of $$$ at A.L. Stickle Variety Store because I so desperately don’t want them to go out of business. More ArtPhoto™ opportunities!
I downloaded several thousand pix from my LJ scrapbook in my quest for more illustrations for the Life of Annie.
The problem with all these pix is that the iPhone shoots in 72 dpi, and 72 dpi looks like shit when you print it. I could artificially push more dpi into the pix with PhotoShop, but I don’t think that’s gonna look too great either.
Unfortunately, Annie is computer-phobic and cannot deal with digital photographs. She was computer-phobic even when her faculties were more or less intact.
So, I’m gonna have to print all the pix out.
Which is gonna be a tedious and ultimately unrewarding process.
Again.
My kids seem to time their bouts with THE PLAGUE for major holidays. Like last year, they both had it over Christmas/New Year’s.
I was at Pretty Pretty New New Nails, the only nail shop in North America that isn’t run by Vietnamese when RTT texted me a picture of his positive COVID test.
(It’s run by Chinese manicurists who trade off working at the terrible Chinese restaurant next door.)
I got so upset I ruined the varnish on four of my nails—a bright cherry red, in case you were wondering.
My perturbance was three-pronged:
(A) He’s my wittle Boo! He needs Mommy to take care of him! And I am here, and he is there!
(B). He’s not really sick! He is orchestrating a complex lie to get out of traveling all the way to Edinboro and Uncle Lew. (I felt deeply horrible for letting this thought flutter through my mind, but following that business around his graduation, thoughts like this are inevitable. I probably won’t ever totally believe anything RTT tells me unless I can get confirmation from an independent source.)
(C) I gave him COVID!!!!! Here’s how I did it:
I was standing outside talking to Loraine whom I hadn’t bumped into in a few weeks. We have plans to go to Sinterklass together weekend next.
“I was thinking about getting a flu shot and a COVID booster today,” Loraine said.
“I’ve been very reluctant to get that third COVID booster,” I said. “I timed the second booster for optimal coverage seven weeks before I went to Sicily. But now. I dunno. I’m tired of COVID boosters.”
“Have you ever gotten COVID?”
“No,” I said. I walked over to a nearby tree and rapped on it. Three times.
“Neither have I,” Loraine said.
“Practically everybody else I know has gotten it,” I said. “Except me. And Linda. My kids both had it twice! Wait! Ichabod has gotten it twice. Has RTT had it twice? I can’t remember! I think maybe he’s only had it once—”
BUZZ-Z-Z-Z!!!!!!!
Wrong!
Since I am a Magical Thinker and my Magical Thoughts inform the flow of the universe, it’s only natural that RTT would immediately contract COVID, right?
###
He says he’s much sicker than last time. Has the full spectrum of symptoms: sore throat, fever, hacking cough. His sense of smell and taste have vanished.
###
Apart from RTT contracting COVID, yesterday was pleasant. I took another day off from doing Remunerative Work. Dropped the broken-zippered boot off at the cobbler. He is an old-fashioned cobbler! Like in one of those old Cat’s Paw shops! Remember when there was a Cat’s Paw shop on practically every corner?
ArtPhoto™ opportunities galore!
Then I skittered up to Rhinebeck to do more light shopping, blowing a wad of $$$ at A.L. Stickle Variety Store because I so desperately don’t want them to go out of business. More ArtPhoto™ opportunities!
I downloaded several thousand pix from my LJ scrapbook in my quest for more illustrations for the Life of Annie.
The problem with all these pix is that the iPhone shoots in 72 dpi, and 72 dpi looks like shit when you print it. I could artificially push more dpi into the pix with PhotoShop, but I don’t think that’s gonna look too great either.
Unfortunately, Annie is computer-phobic and cannot deal with digital photographs. She was computer-phobic even when her faculties were more or less intact.
So, I’m gonna have to print all the pix out.
Which is gonna be a tedious and ultimately unrewarding process.
