Posted on 04/11/2020 7:01:55 PM PDT by nickcarraway
The last thing I want, emerging on the other side of social distancing, is to feel I could have done more with my time. Plus my show has 11 seasons
My first week in self-isolation was a flurry of enterprise and initiative. I dont mean to boast, but its astonishing how much I managed to get done.
My biggest achievement? I watched almost half a season of the hit Australian competitive-cooking, reality-TV show My Kitchen Rules, a dozen 60-minute episodes, devoured as ravenously as a vegemite buffet. Of course, this demanded commitment and intractable resolve, and there were more than a few evenings when, howling at the screen in agony as Manu Feildel lambasted another auspicious dish for being served without adequate sauce, I seriously considered abandoning the endeavour.
But this is an extraordinary moment, and the last thing I want, emerging on the other side of social distancing, is to feel I could have done more with my time. And My Kitchen Rules has 11 seasons.
An unexpected consequence of the coronavirus pandemic is that we have suddenly been endowed with a colossal surplus of time. More daunting than the time itself seems the continuing prospect of it the huge expanse of unused time still to come, stretching out ahead like a collective sabbatical.
Were now being advised that social distancing measures, such as the closure of non-essential businesses, could persist in something like their current form for as many as eight months, which means we might have to spend the rest of the year sequestered in our apartments, forbidden to leave except to pick up groceries once a fortnight. In the absence of bars and restaurants, without concerts or cinemas, deprived of parties and dates, we are facing a period of superabundant leisure. The spare time is our
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You should write a book about that or have a YouTube channel.
nope. he didnt calibrate and set the sights!
As you like it. Hopefully this tempest will all soon be just a midsummer nights dream.
porn lol!!!!!!!!
I cracked!!!
Uh, Im still working. I guess I should feel fortunate. Although Im now actually working 5 days a week instead of just 4.
Cooking, reading, binge watching Warehouse 12, drinking rum, thinking maybe should clean house a little before the quarantine ends.
Drinking rum!!!!
That’s all I read :)
ACTUALLY, you reminded me that i wanted to make home made Sicilian pizza and cavatelli like mom did when I was a yoot.
She’s 87 now.
Boy was she a great cook back in the day.
And now I have to go see what Warehouse 12 is all about.
Warehouse 12? They doing a prequel or something?
Garage quoted $4500 to remove engine and replace gasket...if other issues with engine $8250 for a new engine.
So I went on Internet for solutions.
Got some gasket goo treatment.
Removed the thermostat, removed, cleaned and replaced the electric water pump, installed a heater core bypass, removed antifreeze liquid and flushed radiator....changed the engine oil (contaminated with coolant}
with water as coolant, pored in the gasket goo, run engine at fast revs for 15 minutes....no clunking sound from engine nor smoke from exhaust....check engine light disappeared...was indicating a misfire on piston No 2....400 miles later replaced coolant, thermostat and re connected heater core.....
Car runs great again, no engine check lights and total cost $175.
I meant Warehouse 13. Sorry, too much Barbados rum.
Observing the social engineering going on...as it fails...in real time.
Starting to rip DVDs.
Cleaning and organizing the garage more.
Taking some on line classes from Udemy.
Some yardwork.
Ignoring the panic mongers and hyena media.
Spinning over the project Willys jeep a lot more. A military dash is the next thing I’d like to get. Then the fenders.
Watching the CB750 carbs overflow. I keep saying I will work on it.
Watching some movies on DVD that I haven’t in years.
Try to come up with ideas for sellable stock photos and footage.
Lear:
“Nothing can come of nothing: speak again.”
King Lear (I, i, 92)
This is a story to make you feel bad about yourself, for all you are not doing now, while “socially isolated”.
You do not mind the time off do you? :)
Mostly, no.
Work from home every other day.
The gendarmes aka happiness patrol aren’t too keen on my makeshift garage about 1/2 mile away. It’s on commercial property but no one goes there but me.
For now it’s just as well. My available scratch can’t justify much there.
Clean and organize the garage. I’m finding all the little powder coated Willys parts for someday reassembly.
Never took a DLPT but passed the Japanese JLPT N1 and man is that one hell of a hard test
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