When all else fails, find the humor in the situation. I have friends that refuse to remain quarantined and put the utmost importance on the hair/nail/skin maintenance. And yes, they are still friends of mine. I have chosen to personally forgo these services (not that I go to nail appointments or get eyelashes very often). My favorite stylist remains working as of now. Lucky for me, I got my hair colored just a week before all of this madness.
I went to Target to get some supplies for when the children arrive today. Snacks, lunch accoutrements, a little extra caffeine for dealing with the indoors. We should install a sanitizing mister into the doorway entry so we can skip the step of disinfecting ourselves after visiting public areas. I think I could trademark that. Add it to the list next to the glowing soccer ball idea.
Truth be told, I went out yesterday afternoon to one of our local haunts. I told myself I was doing my part to help the local businesses stay afloat. I texted the bartender ahead of time to see if they were serving food or only providing takeout. His response was, "And alcohol." I wasn't sure what exactly that meant. A lot of businesses have moved to the takeout model. This one particular establishment was still serving both food and alcohol inside the restaurant, on the patio, and also our favorite place -- in the bar. Of course, as I type this, my cohort texts me that the governor just downgraded restaurants to "to go" orders only. I'm glad we got our chance to socialize (at a safe distance of course) yesterday. The establishment had placed red Xs on the tables that were too close to the other "open" tables. They'd done all they could to keep people at a safe distance from each other, but most of all, they were serving liquor. As long as the liquor sales didn't exceed the food sales, they were safe to continue serving. Now, it's changing. *sigh* I did have a pretty decent buzz yesterday and that memory will hopefully remain with me for some time. Lots of the restaurants are going to be permanently closing their doors after this, that is for sure.
These are necessary precautionary measures, of course. I won't complain too loudly. Staying healthy means that hopefully my family can stay well. M threatened that if he gets sick he won't be able to go to L.A. for the shoot he's got on the schedule for next month. California has asked everyone to self-quarantine. I foresee that the situation there (or here) won't improve by the time he's supposed to leave. I am not very good at staying home, yet I have a well-stocked home with plenty of amenities to enjoy: pool, hot tub, more bathrooms than the amount of people who dwell here.
While I was out, I headed to the craft store to buy more glue and other artsy fartsy supplies. If I can't go anywhere, at least I can create here. I have fabric cutters and straight edge cutters. I've got all sorts of tools that I may not even use.
Amazon is still delivering me things too. I have a hexagon cutter coming today (M rolled his eyes when I told him so). I also have 2 black canvases on the books to be delivered along with 4 or more (I lost count) coffee table books. Landscapes are next: Trees, Africa, Ansel Adams. I'm sure if I told an Ansel Adams fan that I was about to rip out and destroy the hardcover book to make an art piece they'd probably beat me up.
When I told M I was going to start on a new visual art piece he tapped his fingers as if he were typing -- this was his way of telling me I should be writing. I am writing now, but I don't think it's the genre of writing he expects.
If anyone is happy about this self-imposed quarantine, it's the dog. She likes the fact that we are home and available to pet her and refill her water bowl (which seems to always be empty).
I have a list of things I want to accomplish today -- not sure how far I'll get considering I am only half doing most things. I started to do a workout but didn't finish. I tried to take a video of my yoga flow on my phone but deleted it immediately. I looked in at the kids' rooms to see if I should tidy them up, but then decided that maybe it will give them something to do when they arrive home.
In the midst of all of this chaos, I am scaling back on my depression meds. My psychologist says that I need to be able to FEEL and sit with the pain or distress or whatever. This decision was made before the quarantine. I'm not sure how I feel about it now. Maybe it's better to take the same dosage under these conditions. Maybe I should take more than the recommended dose. Our economy is sinking. The stock market is down to record lows. The president is Donald Trump -- which for me is a nightmare in itself. I don't take anti-anxiety meds -- they put me to sleep.
So I will continue to make a little progress where and when I can. Granted, I have plenty of time. I may even take up running outside. Just the other day, I walked down the path next to Lake Monroe. The walking seemed to be enough -- but running would feel really good. Lots of people were out that day, walking and running next to the lake. As an added precautionary measure, I would hold my breath whenever someone whizzed past. I couldn't imagine contact with the coronavirus whilst doing a healthy activity. Not like holding my breath is going to do anything to help. I did it anyway.
I received an invite to go to a neighborhood pool today. I'm reluctant for many reasons. I've already been out and feel like I've used up my free passes/excuses/reasons for drinking with friends who might be contagious. I don't truly enjoy that community nor its clubhouse/pool area. So I'll just sit here in my pajamas and drink my coffee with my dog begging me to pet her and put off doing actual work.
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