generally It's quiet where we live (near Ladds) .

More quiet without all the traffic and tourists. 
It was freaky last evening when all of a sudden there was loud screaming and yelling from all directions. 
It was coming from houses on our street as well as ones on the block behind us, everyone was yelling including many dogs. 
Then I heard a voice I know very well...my wife.
 She was on our porch screaming too. 
Hearing her voice I was able to discern what they were yelling
 "Thank you nurses, medical professionals, grocery clerks and bus drivers!!!! We love you, we are proud of you!"

Olive and Dingo read baby bebebe bird

10 min of cop radio

From the police scanner: Downtown a lady called on a stranger who is following her everywhere she goes and making her feel uncomfortable.
A guy in North Portland is acting crazy on the I-5 ramp trying to get into occupied cars, A shoplifter in a grocery store has pulled a knife, trying to get his confiscated wallet.
Elsewhere employees have been tracking a burglar in a warehouse via eye in the sky (Spoiler alert-He is hiding in the port-a-potty).
Also some "youthes" have the Max trains stopped up for some kind of shenanigans.
They don't know it but they got 2 trains with one prank.
Lotta grumpy people over that one.
Sounds like a normal day in the big city.
That was all in less than 10 min.

I'm a massive fan on the USPS.

I'm a massive fan on the USPS. Always have been. I'm admiring the different flavors of mail carriers out lately. Yesterday we got "Hazmat-bladerunner" postman. He was doing the windbreaker rainpants combo with full face shield, pith helmet and leather gloves look.
His movement was like he was walking through soup and he had the "plague-face" I keep seeing on people.
The man in charge of today's neighborhood rounds is in shorts, no hat, looking sharp, smiling, brisk walking and standing up like a British officer under fire in ww2.
They didn't duck down because it was bad for moral.
I'm guessing that is where this fellow is going.
Well played and mighty thanks to both styles.
Rock on USPS!

Show in a mostly empty school yard.

"teen first class" to "ensign young adult"

Just told my 15 yo he got promoted overnight. 
From "teen first class" to "ensign young adult". 
I told him he has to grow up a little more and take part in keeping Ft.Bungalow secure. 
That means counting our food for rationing, guard duty, gardening and entertaining us when we get bored.
 He didn't get a pay raise with the promotion but that's ok. Right now we are calling money "expensive toilet paper".

middle-aged, goth-kid,thruple

I just saw a local "middle-aged, goth-kid,thruple" walk by. They were uncharacteristically cheerful.
In fact the sun is out and they aren't under the black parasol. Then it struck me.
There's a plague on.
It's like their Christmas.
This is what they have been training for.
Good for them.
I told them "Happy Holidays"
They didn't respond.

I just popped into a very busy cafe.

I just popped into a very busy cafe. I wanted to call everyone's attention and say "Hey does anyone here currently have the Covid virus?
 I would buy your coffee if you wouldn't mind hocking a loogie right in my eye." 
Sounds dumb I know but I wanna get on the other side of this mess so I can start helping people. 
That isn't really practical though because the whole idea is about buying time so hospitals don't get over full. 
I keep noticing symptoms and asking Olive if it's Covid. 
"Hey I'm urinating popcorn, is that the virus?" 
Her: "No you're a clown, that's normal." Thanks Hon.

I love that we are existing in a brief moment where farting is immeasurably less offensive than coughing or sneezing. Right on farts for moving up the social ladder (by default)

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Told Olive Rootbeer I was having an unpleasant, ill feeling.

She asked what my symptoms were. 
I told her I have been randomly changing the TV channels in a house across the street...with my mind. 
She asked what I had to eat all day. 
I recount four 16 oz. cups coffee and a Thai Iced tea. 
She isn't a med pro but she knew what was wrong.
 Puberty.

Is this a thing?
 I just realized that folks will be quarantined together, shag it up out of boredom, get preggers and name the kid Covid. "Larry Covid 19 you get in the house and do your homework!" They will eventually develop into quatenteens.

I just hung out with a 5th grade class.

 It wasn't planned. We were stuck waiting on a freight train that was blocking the road.
 A lot of them were singing and I was eavesdropping searching for our next song. 
Made some friends. 
Then a crazy guy showed up. The class split because the train wasn't moving and the guy was looking very threatening. He was having some kind of episode.
 Then suddenly he ran up on the train.
 I thought he was filtering through like some others were but instead he went into the locomotive engine.
I split too before I became a witness in a federal crime.
 I caught up with the 5th graders and chatted with the teachers. Then I went for a burrito. 
As I waited, crazy guy showed up again. He had a broom now and was checking car doors. He was using the broom in a clever way. 
He would sweep in front of a business (check the door) move over, sweep check that door etc. 
People make their living however they can. I wasn't gonna stop him if he didn't harm anyone or find an open door. 
One of the kid's had a great take on the guy. "That man is seriously inappropriate."

Just went down Hawthorne street.

 It's dead. Most of the shops and restaurants are empty. I talked with some worker bees who said it's been really slow all week in the shops. 
It's fascinating to me to see how this shakeup eventually pans out. 
Will there be an economic mass extinction event? 
And what new things will open up as a result. 
Who are the dinosaurs and who are the mammals scurrying underfoot? 
I hope the little shops thrive and "top heavy" big box stores dive.Time will tell. 
Good luck out there Friends.

Yeah. I just heard the dog outside freaking out about something.

Y'now that bark they do when something is up. I went to go deal with it but on the way I realized a marvelous fact.
We don't own a dog. Score!
Not my circus, not my monkeys. Now I can return to eating pie in the bathtub.
Welcome to the wonderful world of chaotic neutral.

Innernetz thing: I post to the Fbee and almost always click "Turn off notifications."

Innernetz thing: I post to the Fbee and almost always click "Turn off notifications." 
I have to or I get buried in responses. I sporadically check back on the when I can. 
Sometimes what I post sparks discourse, debate arguments. 
That is why I posted. It's great to look over people discussing current affairs and in some small way stewarding the country. Believe it or not, sometime huge arguments break out. 
I'm like "woah, my high school PE coach is really getting into it with my old neighbor." 
The can live over a thousand miles from each other and wouldn't even meet if it wasn't for lil ol me. Occasionally it gets real, things are said and people really get hot. 
Then one of the parties deletes their comments leaving only the other side who are saying something like "I can't believe Dingo didn't delete your comment." 
Well. I never saw the comment. 
Just the ruins of an argument. In this experiment that is life I find that fascinating. 
Still that situation needs a name or jargon. 
I been calling them "plot-holes" but that isn't good enough. 
What do you call the remnants of a half deleted argument?

Ears are ringing.

I can't complain. It's in C. I can listen to that tone all day.