This Is What You Get When…
1. You can’t breathe because of smoke from the wildfires and
2. You’re housebound 5 months because of the pandemic and
2. Your brothers are looking Hurricane Laura in the eye and
3. You have a president who doesn’t believe in climate change or medical experts and
4. You text your sister, in Mississippi, asking what’s up with your brothers and
5. She replies:
6. So you assume all is well.
Santa Clara County, CA -Three Months Crazy – but healthy
When I was 13 my parents asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. Jimmy Durante was going to have a dinner show at the The Roosevelt Hotel. I adored this guy. Every time I saw him on TV I smiled. So…I told them I wanted to see his show. And…they took me. And…he came to the table and had a piece of my birthday cake. I was beyond happy!
We’ve been ‘sheltering’ since March 16. My birthday. Two months. And Himself’s birthday has come and gone, too. I still haven’t figured out exactly what to do with myself. My time. All these hours. My gawd! Where did all of these hours come from?
And then, you know, I can’t find any disinfectant from the grocery delivery people or from Amazon so I’m really pissed at Trump for buying it all up for his detox which, by the way – isn’t working.
Santa Clara County, CA Lockdown Day #40 (Better Known As 40 Days And 40 Nights)
I am really blessed to be locked down and have a precious 6/7 year old neighbor meeting with me, on our balconies, each day. Especially today when I had had a total meltdown because of an email password issue and had probably yelled some profanities that filtered, quite loudly, through our shared walls. Later, he and I meet on our balconies:
Me: OMG M I’ve had a horrible day today. (I’m a believer in just putting it out there like it is since he probably knew anyway. So why pretend?)
Me: Yes. Really horrible.
M: Just a minute. (He leaves and returns with a handful of packaged cookies) Here, take these.
Me: (Almost in tears and the innocence of it all) Oh thank you M. These will really help me feel better.
And we parted until tomorrow. I mean really? Okay? Sometimes cookies are just as good as hugs.
Santa Clara County – California – Coronavirus Lockdown Day 34
I’ve always wondered how movie stars take those selfies of themselves in the mirror. Years ago, before we bought a cell phone last year, I tried to do it with our regular camera. That didn’t work too well so…
Boredom got the best of me today. Not only did I cut my own bangs !!!butI also tried to do a real selfie. Then I had to email it to myself and save it to some program and this is what came out.
I hope I get sprung soon cuz I see some wild hairs sticking out all around that really need tending to. Saving that for another day.
Santa Clara County, CA
Day 10 in isolation and I’ve only seen the man I love.
Wash yer hands!
Santa Clara County, CA 3/24/20:
We went for a walk yesterday. Stayed 6 feet away from other people out walking who were also trying to fend off cabin fever. We were almost run over by a toddler, on a scooter, zooming round the corner and about to fall. She was wearing a helmet – totally oblivious to the world happenings around her. It was such a joyfilled moment amidst all this corona virus stuff
Wash yer hands!
A lot of the young tech workers, in our building, came home yesterday hauling bags and boxes of work in order to work from home for – seems like – the next three weeks.
I told David, this corona virus is like a hurricane. You know it’s going to hit but you don’t know where or how terrible it will be. So…We made a midnight grocery run last night to avoid being around too many people:
No Clorox or any other kind of wipes like that
No rubbing alcohol and minimal amounts of vodka and gin
No toilet paper
NONE OF MY FAVORITE PEANUT BUTTER!
Oddly, no dish washing powder
The store had moved Spam to a prominent location.
David is almost 80 years old. I don’t see how we can possibly keep watching the babies at the church two mornings a week while their mothers have time off and a breakfast. It’s too risky. I wouldn’t want to go alone either because I wouldn’t want to bring anything home to him. (not that I’m that young, I’m almost 70) And so we are going to self isolate ourselves as much as possible until we see where this thing is going in the Bay Area.
Unfortunately, this has forced me to read the news and to see once again what an idiot our president is:( Words cannot express how distressed I have been for the last three years. Of course I get on with it every day and all that but…deep at my core is the knowledge that my county has been forever changed by this presidency. I sense that to be true and have written about it privately. Some poems. Some stories. I’ll see where they lead.
Since I am on the internet anyway, reading the news, I will try to catch up here.
Wash yer hands dammit!
I’m taking some time off from the internet. I’m really obsessed with not liking this guy and can’t help reading really stupid articles. It’s bothersome to my mind. It’s taking a toll on my creativity.
I’ve been at a loss for words the past two years. Besides my anger over still recovering from breaking my body tripping over a Lego, I’m angry and fearful over my government. The government that holds my country together. That complicated and beautiful woven tapestry of words and beliefs and hopes called our Constitution.
Sometimes you try cheering me up. But nothing cheers me up. I feel really devastated . I’m not a party person. I’m the best person for the job sort of person.
I’m just so pissed off. So pissed off. Do men cry when they are pissed off? Women do. I’m just so pissed off and scared. I really don’t handle not knowing very well.
So, I’m hoping that this will all be over by Monday and that impeachment hearings will begin and life can continue as it was two years ago. Sometimes magical thinking s a good thing. Was life really better two years ago? Really, I don’t remember. It felt better.