The days of the week have names and I now know which is which (after two months+ on lockdown). The date? No clue. Please consult a calendar. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
This month has settled into somewhat of a routine — I order things on the same day each week, partake in this or that online activity on its scheduled day, taking classes (two for my resume, others for fun). It’s normal but abnormal life.
I carry masks in my bag when I go out, which isn’t often. I wear them in the stores when I go, which is every three weeks maybe. Several made of cotton and in various colors (for walking), some medical masks (for shopping / closed-in spaces). I have a mask wardobe, a sentence I never knew I would say.
Muse came to visit! We’re spending a lot of quality time together now. My inner Martha Stewart and I continue to as well. Mom’s like, “You should open a restaurant!” — because I can follow a recipe! Like I want to worry about making sure people social distance and refrain from breathing on people while I serve them food. I won’t be going to a restaurant any time soon as a patron, so having my own is out of the question, but I appreciate the sentiment.
Speaking of social distancing, I’m contemplating distancing myself from the labor market for the entire summer. I’d been planning on returning to work after I helped my family cancer patient, then COVID said, “Stay home,” so I did.
Imagine, a summer vacation! My inner 13-year-old thinks it’s a FANTASTIC idea. There are The Reasons: A lot of people are out of work and finding a job might be difficult (though maybe not — I have a weird compilation of skills from a variety of career areas); (B) I don’t want to do anything where I’d interact with the general public (some office positions in the past required receptionist-ing, too — I refuse to recept in a pandemic in a highly populated area); and (C) I’m wary of AND weary about trusting people to do the right thing, which is to stay out of my personal space (I have at-risk people in my circle). Solution? Throw up my hands and remove myself from the situation. Online work? Maybe. You know, I’d be a rockin’ contact tracer — totally organized, used to pestering people on the phone, fond of puzzles. And barring the restaurant idea, there are businesses I could start for myself…. Thoughts wandering through my brain.
When I saved my rainy day fund, I didn’t know it would be for a monsoon like this, but happy to have it so I can take my time. Thanks, Past Me!
I don’t miss much about not being able to roam freely, but online video chats just can’t replace good in-person conversation with good people. Even this introvert, happy to stay at home for however long (forever), misses at least the opportunity to occasionally enjoy in-person talks that go deep. What with all my newly acquired in-depth fancy cooking skills, it also would be fun to cook for a group.
When this is over, I look forward to a dinner party, around a crowded table.