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quarantine life
Apr. 2nd, 2020 12:44 pmLong time no write. I guess I'm not finding much inspiration for typing within the 550 sq. ft. of my apartment.
I got my car on Monday afternoon, staying off the scary 124 in favor of a long, windy walk from the train station, and paid a lot of money for it*. At least my son the Hero of Socialist Groceries has a reliable ride now. Maybe someday when we're free again I can drive it some place. Portland, OR and Black Rock City, NV come immediately to mind.
Speaking of my son, I wish he'd take staying at home more seriously. I had cornbread on hand, but neau, he doesn't like it, so he bopped down to the supermarket four blocks away to pick up a loaf of wheat. It's possible that working in a supermarket has made him blasé because he's exposed to lots of people all day; whatever the reason, that needs to stop.
Last night I had a lovely video call with Taller Woman last night. Yes, I've tried to date her, but between her young son, her jerk ex, and her living out in the 'burbs, getting together in person was always difficult. Well, video solves that problem! We gave each other a tour of our places. There was wine & absinthe involved. I met her son, who looks jaw-droppingly like her. (And it's a good, good thing he's staying with her and not the aforementioned jerk ex, now that I think about it. Funny how often I'm reading about that arrangement lately.)
It occurs to me that not being susceptible to depression is an even bigger advantage during times like these than it is ordinarily. I can keep on keeping on: riding my bike around Green Lake, doing stuff for Lambert House or at least trying to, wearing work clothes & makeup every business day. I've even been discussing travel plans with the Tickler. I wish I knew how to transfer this.
*The shop has started closing earlier in the day because they have less work to do.
I got my car on Monday afternoon, staying off the scary 124 in favor of a long, windy walk from the train station, and paid a lot of money for it*. At least my son the Hero of Socialist Groceries has a reliable ride now. Maybe someday when we're free again I can drive it some place. Portland, OR and Black Rock City, NV come immediately to mind.
Speaking of my son, I wish he'd take staying at home more seriously. I had cornbread on hand, but neau, he doesn't like it, so he bopped down to the supermarket four blocks away to pick up a loaf of wheat. It's possible that working in a supermarket has made him blasé because he's exposed to lots of people all day; whatever the reason, that needs to stop.
Last night I had a lovely video call with Taller Woman last night. Yes, I've tried to date her, but between her young son, her jerk ex, and her living out in the 'burbs, getting together in person was always difficult. Well, video solves that problem! We gave each other a tour of our places. There was wine & absinthe involved. I met her son, who looks jaw-droppingly like her. (And it's a good, good thing he's staying with her and not the aforementioned jerk ex, now that I think about it. Funny how often I'm reading about that arrangement lately.)
It occurs to me that not being susceptible to depression is an even bigger advantage during times like these than it is ordinarily. I can keep on keeping on: riding my bike around Green Lake, doing stuff for Lambert House or at least trying to, wearing work clothes & makeup every business day. I've even been discussing travel plans with the Tickler. I wish I knew how to transfer this.
*The shop has started closing earlier in the day because they have less work to do.
