Monday, April 13, 2020
Yoga pants are very comfy. Can I wear these all the time?
BlueBell Cookie Dough Overload is really, really good.
I've seen more people walking in my neighborhood than I've ever seen before.Where have these people been?
When the apocalypse comes, I want to own stock in WalMart, grocery stores, and garden centers. Their parking lots are full.
I have gained five pounds.
I have now seen every single episode of Law and Order and Gunsmoke ever made.
Online shopping? I see how people get addicted to this. You can buy anything online. Except toilet paper. Can't buy that.
Who ever thought we would live in a day and age where people post pictures of their toilet tissue scores on social media. "Twenty four pack! Score!"
Jigsaw puzzles are coveted items. Simpler times, no?
I really miss baseball.
I'm very grateful for my Kindle and the Libby app; I've just finishing reading Michael Henry's Luffing to Cuba: Sailing with Asbo, which was great fun. Before that, I read Tana French's The Trespasser, which means now I've read all of her novels. Before that, I read A Private Cathedral by James Lee Burke. I can go on...
I will meet my Goodreads Reading Challenge goal for this year. Not a problem.
I have not watched Tiger King.
Banana Nut Bread is delicious.
If we replaced Ice Cream Trucks with Margarita Trucks, or beer trucks, things might get interesting. Someone do this, please.
I need more yoga pants.
How much longer are we doing this?
Friday, April 3, 2020
The nagging guilt to be creative and work on my book has been alleviated a little bit in recent days. Ella Dawson wrote a blog post that really resonated with me as she articulated exactly what I've been feeling these past few weeks:
We still get to live with all the bullshit we dealt with before, only now there are more layoffs, fewer healthcare benefits, more push notifications, less safety for our loved ones. Rent still needs to be paid. Debt payments still need to be paid. Groceries still need to be bought. We live with more uncertainty, more danger, more grief. This is not a #coronacation, it’s a psychological onslaught.
Just get through the day.
As our minds struggle to process this new normal, our muscles tense up and brace for the unknown. Our bodies throb with stress hormones as we live in a state of constant hyperarousal. All of that stress builds up in our bodies until we release it through exercise, which is easier said than done when we’re trapped inside our homes. If you’ve broken down in sudden caustic sobs, that’s your body searching for an outlet for all that cortisol. We are not going to be as productive as we were before. Anyone who urges you to keep striving has a product they’re trying to sell. Our energy is pulled in too many directions: watching the kids, worrying about our parents, flinching at the thought of our bank balances. Our bodies are operating with less. This is not weakness; it’s biology.
There's more at the link; I encourage you to read her post if you've felt as disoriented as I have lately.
I finally managed to clean out my closet this week and filled a huge black plastic bag with clothes, purses, and belts that I will never wear again. I donated them in a local drop box where I had no contact whatsoever with another human. It's the little things now that give a sense of accomplishment.
A somewhat new development in this new normal: I have discovered that I need to strictly limit my time on Facebook. So many people there are snarky and just mean. Part of this is in the obvious fact that tone does not come across well in online posts. I'm finding Instagram is a much nicer place these days.
On my own Facebook feed, the wide majority of my posts are things I've shared that I find interesting or informative, sometimes funny. The problem comes when commenting on someone's post, specifically these neighborhood pages.
In two specific cases in the past couple of days, I've left an innocent (I thought) comment and people jump on it like sharks in the water. Example: there's been much discussion on one of these local threads about limiting the number of family members in a grocery store at one time. I made a comment about having run in and out of WalMart yesterday for one necessary item. I saw a family of five with the kids engaged in picking up items, putting them back, handling everything in sight, clogging the aisle, not observing six-feet distance, etc.
Sharks in the water. "Wow. You're criticizing people being in the store when YOU were in the store."
Several other similar comments with increasing hostility popped up and then I just deleted my comment.
And I know better. I really do.
Just be nice, people. Be kind.
Go back to the Ella Dawson article: we are all dealing with a lot of stress right now from a lot of directions. There is no need to add to it by being ugly to anyone.
And you know, that's kind of the way it should be all of the time anyway.
Do what you have to do right now to take care of yourself. If that means distancing yourself from social media for a while, do that. If it means avoiding certain pages on social media, do that. If it makes you feel better to achieve those baby step goals, like cleaning out a closet, go for it. Bake some cupcakes, cookies, a fancy dinner. Reading takes too much concentration right now? Do a jigsaw puzzle.
Just be nice, people. Seriously.
Nobody is going to win a prize for being the biggest jerk.