Hi! I saw one too many Instagram posts/tweets/blog posts about taking this time of social distancing to better yourself and do the things you always want to do but never have time to. So now I’ve made a commitment to myself to write a little annoying something about how I putter around my house every day I’m in self-quarantine. Read at your own risk of me boring you to sleep. Which might not be a bad idea cause if you see this you probably have time for a nap.
As someone who has three jobs extended time home has always been a dream and a fantasy for me. When I’m walking up the hill to my train stop carrying a heavy bag of cleaning supplies before the sun rises I have often fantasized about what it would feel like to go to sleep and not set an alarm for the next day. I’ve daydreamed about drinking an indulgent, carefully made coffee on my porch of the first home I’ve ever had my name on the lease to and leisurely typing out a blog post. I never thought I would have this empty time to do all those aspirational things. All those daydreams seem like hobbies that belong to a different, imaginary version of me. A me who is more carefree and less haggard.
So looking at this free time and what I should do with it is kind of overwhelming. And also feels like a blessing. It’s a horrible time for the world and my city and comes with a full list of new and unique anxieties and problems. And what is the easiest ways to ignore your worries and problems with a worldwide pandemic? Why drinking of course!! But I waited until lunch to start on that :))
Morning: I woke up to a text from the client whose house I was supposed to clean this morning saying that she just heard from her building that they are not allowing nonessential people into the building. At that moment this was a lovely text to receive, I’m not a morning person and I got to roll over and go back to bed. This text would come back to haunt me for the rest of the day with the realization that I am now out of work and that it no longer possible for me to leave the house to go clean apts.
I then work up for real this time to my roommate running into my room because she had seen a mouse as she went to make her coffee. We were angry to now have a third roommate who was not contributing any rent money and terrorizing our kitchen and terrorizing us before we have had our coffee. The disrespect. We name her Mama and imagine she’s a single mom and joke that she’s our little friend. We joke about our 3rd roommate coming back from her home state to find out her roommates have replaced her with a little mouse who we’ve given her room. Quarantine does crazy things to the mind I tell you.
I broke my fast during lunch with a homemade bloody mary. That was not my smartest life choice because three of the most prominent ingredients in my cocktail were 1) vodka 2) horseradish and 3) tabasco sauce. I instantly got a stomach ache.
Then I made a beautiful egg sandwich (bread, eggs, sour cream, goat cheese, ketchup).
Then we played Jenga and I learned that if you are clumsy in real life that also applies to quarantined Jenga. Then my roommate patiently taught me how to play gin rummy. By the time life asks me to play gin rummy again my brain will probably have forgotten but it was fun while it lasted.
We watched Tiger King on Netflix which was (as promised by the people I saw tweeting about it on twitter) stranger than fiction. I re-learned that very strange people reside in Florida and never trust anyone who owns large dangerous exotic animals and thinks that they have a bond with them. Also, this show is a strong case for gun control if I ever saw one. The show is insanity with so many characters who seem made up for one show that is basically a documentary. We were hooked.
Then I slinked off to my room to call my loved ones and bum around in my own little bubble.