(Because I’m not sure WordPress allows us to use the word “assholes” in a post title.)
A little slice of life from SoCal, and a reminder that sometimes the best course of action is to stay away from other humans.
While it was still relatively cool with a marine layer and an onshore breeze, I decided to take a walk.
I usually walk anywhere between four to ten miles, and today I thought I’d walk around the lagoon and a bit more, probably four miles or so, ‘cos I have a lot to do later on.
It’s a beautiful day, the birds are out, families are walking, and we were all respectful of social distancing.
Well, ALMOST all of us.
I swear, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with some older post-.menopausal white women with short blonde (to cover the gray) hair.
I’m not shaming them, as I sorta fit the description myself apart from the short hair and wheat belly Trumpian bitterness. (Inside joke for my local peeps,)
I decided to take the long way home and detoured to a public path that winds around a subdivision that once upon a time was a gorgeous habitat for a lot of coyotes and bobcats and even deer and mountain lions. It WAS spectacular. All that’s left as mitigation is this path.
Whenever I encountered another human, we waved hello and each moved to the opposite side of the approximately six foot wide trail, to respect the state-mandated distancing.
Then this happened.
An older couple approached. He was a nondescript white man; she was the person I previously described. I tried to anticipate which side of the path they would move to and I moved to the opposite. Then, in sync, they moved to the other side, so I moved away, thinking we had a silent communication glitch.
THEN, the woman stood in the middle of the path facing me with her arms outstretched, as if to block my way, and they demonically laughed.
I AM NOT KIDDING.
They OBVIOUSLY must not have realized that despite my tiny size, I’m a fire-breathing dragon with the cussing ability of a merchant mariner–and possess zero filter.
I said, “That’s really fucked up.”
He said, “Then don’t walk around here.”
I said, “What. the. fuck. I’ve lived here for thirty-five years.”
Like a toddler, he responded, “We’ve been here for forty.”
I said, “You are full of shit.”
…snd I kept walking before the incident escalated. I wish I had thought to take a pic of them, but I just shook my head at their abject stupidity.
Who would think it funny to deliberately defy the guidelines to keep everyone safe from this virus? (While I’m not even sure what Covid IS and how it got here, I’ll play along for the greater good.)
Why bother being such assholes for no apparent reason? My hair was in a ponytail and I wore a hat so I can’t even think it was because they hate curly hair.
In the old days, an encounter like that would have ruined my day, but now I realize it’s their problem and not mine, and I don’t take on their negative energy.
However, I confess that it felt really really good to breathe a little fire, hee hee.
I love these little matching pots from Daiso. They kinda sorta remind me of Chanel quilting. The plant saucers, also from Daiso, were meant to hold ginger and wasabi for sushi.
Nothing but a round sunny yellow plate with a variety of succulents, but they bring joy.
I’m enjoying all the lush and colorful garden because pretty soon no matter what I do, the grass will turn brown ‘cos we probably won’t have more rain until next winter and the dry hot SoCal Santana winds make watering a futile effort.
Enchanted Seashells | Princess Rosebud 