What A Long, Strange Week It’s Been…

Seriously, last week was quite a year.

I inadvertently offended my sister on social media.

Black Sheep Bro persisted in his attempts to have a conversation at me about why I should gratefully accept his return to the family dynamic. Reinforcing why I’d rather he leave me out of his notion of family.



Social Justice.

Perhaps you’ve read something about Trunt treating Portland like his personal Operation Urgent Fury resulting more in Pinochet-esque kidnappings than anything resembling quelling the city’s outcry for justice.

The hits just kept on coming.

It was a tough week – I actually put myself in FaceBook Jail for a couple days just to slow the swirl.

On top of that, multiple folks reached out to me – either checking in or chiding – because I hadn’t been posting entries on my blog.

But instead of rehashing the long, I thought I’d recap the strange of the last week. Something lighthearted – just what Doctor Galby ordered.

Also, “Cocktail, please!”

After another round of self isolating, I went back to my Lyft driving last week. Probably another reason recent days had begun to feel so long and unending – not much company compared to when I drive folks around, chatting their ears off.

The result?

For my efforts, I was rewarded with both mask acne on the bridge of my nose and something like a pimple or a cyst or simply ridiculously painful in my ear pit where the upper strap of my mask looped over the top of my ear. Luckily, that second petty trauma is now just a bunch of dry skin working its way off my body. That mask acne, though…the outbreak on the bridge of my nose may be gone, but my swampy complexion lingers on.

I’m not kidding – that mask has been like a sauna for my face. And it just wicks from under my mask, too, crawling up my face until even my forehead is a thick, greasy mess.

“Hello, Puberty? Yes, I’d like to return this skin, please.”

For whatever reason, there were two consecutive days during my isolation that I woke up at around 4 AM and struggled to get back to sleep. Even though I proactively fed Myrtle breakfast so she wouldn’t go unattended to, she’d still come into the bedroom with some sad little “meows” around 9. Since she didn’t need anything, I chose to interpret her vocalizations as concern.

On the second day, unsure whether I’d fallen back to sleep or not and not wanting to look at my phone and risk waking my eyes up, I rolled the other way, toward the window. I pushed an eye out from under my pillow – me sleeping is quite a graceful picture – and squinted one eye open to see if there was daylight coming through the edges of my blinds.

No sun, just one of Myrtle’s big, green eyeballs. I screamed. I think I involuntarily jerked so hard (not like that, Diezel) that I pulled a muscle (also, not that one, Diezel!).

For her part, Myrt didn’t run and scurry for the underside of the bed or the living room, like she usually does when she gets startled. She just looked at me with those soulless cat eyes like she was willing me to get out of bed so she could have my warm spot.

I need to get her a heating pad…

But I got her back a few days later.

Well, almost.

I may have friendly-fired myself with a Dutch Oven a couple times the other night.

A. Couple. Times.

I didn’t even eat anything weird, so no idea where my bedtime Chernobyl came from. All I do know is that when I looked around, thinking something along the lines of, “That’s for scaring the shit out of me the other day”…no Myrtle.

Damn it.

But after a week-ish that was like an emotional finger trap, I’m glad I could at least still find joy in my own weird awkwardness. I decided to take it easy today. Well, I was hoping to get in a bike ride or urban hike before my Virtual Happy Hour with mom and dad – shit I gotta go get something to drink, the company may be virtual, but the liquor will not be! – at 4. Strangely, I woke up famished. After pulling myself together, I set off for my new favorite food cart for an early lunch.



What followed ended up being a nice workaround to not exercising because I was hungry.

Not bad, considering my day was turning into one of these…

It’s only a quarter mile to the cart, but the other mile and a half was me mincing around from pod to pod searching for inspiration. I ended up at Charlie’s Deli getting what I think is the best sandwich in Portland: their pastrami on rye, extra mustard.

And, more bright side – I didn’t even get disappeared while out walking by myself.

Enjoy your weekend, everyone, and don’t forget…Fuck Trump!

What A Long, Strange Week It’s Been…

9 thoughts on “What A Long, Strange Week It’s Been…

  1. lanie belluz says:

    I totally feel you on the mask acne. We’re all going to have adult onset of acne. Glad to hear you’re hanging in there despite stuff blowing up. I heard about the naked female protester, too.

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    1. I love her!
      As much as men don’t know about women in the first place, the awkwardness of a herd of armor-clad police faced off against one naked woman *so* intensified and perfectly demonstrated the depths of ignorance PPB has about handling protesters.
      Heroic demonstration, right there.

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    1. Don’t believe the hype. It’s largely peaceful/non-violent, I swear. I think when the cops decide they’re tired or have made enough OT, they just declare a riot and start gassing people.
      *Do* believe the naked lady pics you see IG one woman at a time facing off against a herd of cops in body armor and riot gear, though. Those women are fierce and heroic!

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      1. V says:

        OOoooh. The news showed a naked lady facing off against a line of police. Then there was like three minutes dedicated to these unidentified cops who are corralling the streets and how aren’t they supposed to have some sort of identification in the USA? The Canadian news is making it out to sound like Portland is under the control of unidentified police of some sort…

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      2. Yes! I call it the Trumpschtapo. They rented minivans from friggin’ Enterprise rent-a-car. Really? How out of favor are you as Commander-In-Chief that you can’t borrow a car from the local police National Guard?!?

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      1. Jackson – on watching chick’s junior high “hygiene” films.
        “No shit, really, I had to watch one by myself when I wrote that report for being a wise ass. When the projector guy came back I asked him about the other ones and we watched the rest of them after school in the projector closet. The picture was only two feet wide maybe, but that was too much for some of it. I’m glad I’m not a girl. I mean if I was a good looking girl, maybe, but they have to put up with some out of hand biology shit. I saw my first beav in one of those though. That was cool. Scared me, believe that? There it was, like this ugly, wrinkly fucking thing is what we’re after? You know if it had teeth we’d have to be a lot nicer to chicks.”
        “That’s fucked up Jackson. That from your dad?”
        “Yeah. The teeth part. It did scare me on the wall like that with these little yellow arrows floating over it with the names of all the parts…”

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