I would have posted this Tuesday, but it took me this long to kinda sorta get used to this Gutenberg nonsense. I stopped playing with blocks when I was 2. Anyhoo, let’s talk about fhoughts/update you on My Corona.
*In case you’re wondering, I attempted to use the Gutenberg, got tired of trying to figure out how to make paragraphs with space between them and switched back to the classic editor. I’ll learn it for real when they force me to.
My over/under on whether or not I know what day it is has improved. You would more frequently lose the bet that I don’t know what day it is. My state is now in a non-lockdown yellow phase, where it is strongly recommended you still don’t congregate in any real way, you wear a mask outside (near people) and (always) inside stores, and telework as much as possible. I treated myself to some ice cream at a drive-thru window a couple days after the lockdown was lifted. I wore a mask; the ice cream kid wore a mask. The jerk in front of me made a face, hence he wasn’t wearing a mask. I felt bad for the kid, because some young worker shouldn’t have to police an idiot adult for not following the business’s (let alone the state’s) rules on mask-wearing. Normally, idiocy just makes me roll my eyes, but when in this case, the jerk won’t be the one to get sick — someone else who can’t afford to will, because of his selfishness. That really makes me angry.
Martha and I broke up. (Since it’s been so long since I posted, I’ll remind you that Martha Stewart has one of those food in a box delivered to you so you can cook a real dinner services.) The best option weekly started becoming pasta and only pasta, and while I like pasta, I don’t like paying $40-$50 for pasta. I know how to make pasta and now, thanks to Martha In Previous Weeks, I know how to make my own sauce so… Martha, I think we need to spend some time apart. She’s already offered me half price off two weeks if I come back. It’s tempting… but no.
I read three books in two days. I’ve taken many a writing seminar online in the past two weeks. AND! I finished binge-watching Star Trek: Picard. That turned into a library book-like situation: I take out the books, they sit and gather dust, I read one or two (of ten), then renew what I can/return what has holds. I had a free trial month of CBS All Access, didn’t watch it, tried to cancel, they asked why, I said it cost too much, they gave me another free month, I put it off. Three days prior to its expiration, I watched four episodes (having previously watched episode 1 for free on The YouTube). I thought I’d leisurely watch the last five of the following two days. I don’t remember what took my attention, but I didn’t and I decided to let it renew and pay the monthly fee to watch the remaining episodes. Then! On the final night of my free trial, my inner cheapskate chimed in: “OHNOYOUDINT!” The binge started at 7:15 p.m. After skipping 15 minutes in the last two episodes, the final frame faded to black at 11:55 p.m., leaving five minutes to spare until my free trial subscription expired. Phew! Did I like it? I’ll give it 3 starts out of 4. Thoughts are marinading. I shall possibly have more to say about this later.
Corona Life is different and yet the same. Time flies and yet I have the same 24 hours per day I’ve always had. I didn’t wear masks and now I do and think nothing of it. I have so much to say about this time, but those thoughts are also marinating. The only thought that’s crystal clear about all this: a global pandemic clarified things that were a bit hazy, pushed me toward resolution where I was fence-sitting, and helped me firm out parameters and let go relationships where needed. It’s been beyond interesting in that sense.
The trials of my country during the past few weeks (years, decades) has saddened me. I’ve donated to orgs and candidates in the hopes of helping to make things better (can’t be out protesting due to high-risk peeps in my circle). I’m reaching that part of life where one wonders if real change will ever occur. I’ll keep hoping, and working, and donating, and believing.
May your mask always sit right and not fog your glasses.
May adaptations during trying times quickly seem like they always were this way.
May we get to the Star Trek ideals in my lifetime, or this century, or at least the next century rather than after several more.
And may god bless our brave little hearts, because these aren’t the best of times and they’re not the worst, just like the edge of the Earth is an illusion…