COVID Senior Lockdown, Day 22

It’s been a great couple of days. Yesterday I trimmed the shrubberies. You have to pronounce that like the Knights Who Say “Ni!” in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. If you haven’t seen it, go stream it and then come back.

Waiting…..

Ok. So, the missus and I are trying to sell our house in this economy. Yeah, I heard myself. It was intentional. I’m hearing radio and TV ads (Yes, old media. Deal with it.) from the glorious Great Recession years being recycled, all of them speaking glumly about your needs being met “in this economy.” Business has been booming the last few years, but I didn’t hear any spots saying “Now that you got a raise and your 401k is exploding, how about a new water heater?” But, I digress.

Back to shrubberies. So, yesterday we trimmed the shrubberies. By the way, love to my British sister-in-law who pointed out that it’s the wrong time of year to trim the shrubberies. She’s right. But the real estate sales market requires photos and photos require manicured shrubberies and at least she says it right. As always, I had unflagging, back-breaking assistance from Mrs. F. as we filled five big, heavy bags and dragged them to the curb. Ahh, it was like the good old days, she and me lugging the good stuff into Parliament’s basement, then sealing it with a kiss. What a first date that was. But, I digress.

The missus has been trying to find some of her easy, background noise shows on cable. None of the old favorites are relevant anymore. Thoughts for the next great concepts:

  • Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives We Can’t Go to Anymore

  • Four Weddings That Have Been Postponed

  • 90 Day Fiances Who Hated Being Locked Down With Each Other

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- Guy