Wednesday, March 25-27
Not a ton happening at the old Pippitt Homestead the last few days.
I spent an hour and a half yesterday, ripping off some of the wallpaper backing. On the ceiling. Oddly meditative and rewarding. Cranked up my favorite tunes on Spotify, climbed the ladder with my squirt bottle, damp rag, and various putty knives, and tackled that mofo. Wetter is better, FYI.
Chatted with various members of the Isthmus Vocal Ensemble board last night, a little visiting before our board meeting tonight.
Ugh, brain fog is really setting in with all this nothing I have been doing. Yesterday and today I did a little prep for school next week. I've arranged flattering lighting up here in the loft office (the "loffice") for webcamming. I hung our old tiny whiteboard on the wall behind me today, maybe I can make notes on it for students. I have no idea. I've told them to count on me being awkward, because that's what I'll be.
Today I made a list of grocery stuff we needed around the house and ventured out. One day after the Governor said Stay Yo Ass At Home. I have been, Sir, and I need to grab a few bags of beans and cans of tomatoes and some fresh veggies and Chili Cheese Fritos to Get Through the COVID-19 Apocalypse, thank you very much.
After I'd talked with a friend who works at Costco, I felt tons better about going there. Lots of measures in place, wiping down carts, lines on the floor to practice physical distancing, sneeze shields between you and the cashier, and best of all, really not a lot of people there. Oddly "fun" to quickly plot a course so as to keep 6 feet from everyone you see. And if you just can't keep that distance, you hold your breath. I'm not one to get real anxious or have panic attacks, but I can see that from here if this thing goes on long enough. Thank God for Gin and shishito peppers, though.
I HATE not trusting people, the looks we all give each other as we pass in these shared public spaces. It's probably mostly my interpretation, but it's no fun to assume that Everyone is Out to Get Me or is Germy. It's really the last thing we need as a society, or as a country right now.
What I couldn't find on my list at Costco, I ran next door to Woodman's to grab.
Many fewer safeguards. Much more holding of breath and more active dodging techniques employed. But that was okay. They did have a series of cones or some such set up, lines to guide you to either to full service checkout or ring-it-yourself. I survived.
Where did three days go? Had a Happy Hour with some friends last night (it's the 27th today). Shipped out a friend's knives that she'd had me have sharpened yesterday. Went to the Pig in Cottage Grove yesterday for a few minor supplies.
Did not a lot today. Two walks with dogs.
I made a video for students in the fall. If we have students, if there is a fall.
Rode along with Jim as he went to Woodman's for a few groceries and "stocked up" on, rather than hoarded, some wine.
Today was a hard day for me. Like WTF am I supposed to do with myself, with my life? Should I go bake somewhere, that's still marginally open? Or enjoy the luxury of chilling the F out until this shit passes? How long can I do that? How long can I stay home and stay sane? What do I have to do at home to stay sane? It may well be storyboarding videos of basic baking techniques for my students. I'm at a loss, at sea.
Good news is that we got all the wallpaper backing off the walls today. Ready to clean and prep walls for more treatment. Sand woodwork/wainscoting in preparation for painting. Yay for silly projects.
Help me stay sane, folks. Please wash your hands, take care of yourselves, brace for the long fricking haul, and hang in there. Jimmy Fallon taping his show from home is super-inspirational to me. Check him out.
I spent an hour and a half yesterday, ripping off some of the wallpaper backing. On the ceiling. Oddly meditative and rewarding. Cranked up my favorite tunes on Spotify, climbed the ladder with my squirt bottle, damp rag, and various putty knives, and tackled that mofo. Wetter is better, FYI.
Chatted with various members of the Isthmus Vocal Ensemble board last night, a little visiting before our board meeting tonight.
Ugh, brain fog is really setting in with all this nothing I have been doing. Yesterday and today I did a little prep for school next week. I've arranged flattering lighting up here in the loft office (the "loffice") for webcamming. I hung our old tiny whiteboard on the wall behind me today, maybe I can make notes on it for students. I have no idea. I've told them to count on me being awkward, because that's what I'll be.
Today I made a list of grocery stuff we needed around the house and ventured out. One day after the Governor said Stay Yo Ass At Home. I have been, Sir, and I need to grab a few bags of beans and cans of tomatoes and some fresh veggies and Chili Cheese Fritos to Get Through the COVID-19 Apocalypse, thank you very much.
After I'd talked with a friend who works at Costco, I felt tons better about going there. Lots of measures in place, wiping down carts, lines on the floor to practice physical distancing, sneeze shields between you and the cashier, and best of all, really not a lot of people there. Oddly "fun" to quickly plot a course so as to keep 6 feet from everyone you see. And if you just can't keep that distance, you hold your breath. I'm not one to get real anxious or have panic attacks, but I can see that from here if this thing goes on long enough. Thank God for Gin and shishito peppers, though.
I HATE not trusting people, the looks we all give each other as we pass in these shared public spaces. It's probably mostly my interpretation, but it's no fun to assume that Everyone is Out to Get Me or is Germy. It's really the last thing we need as a society, or as a country right now.
What I couldn't find on my list at Costco, I ran next door to Woodman's to grab.
Many fewer safeguards. Much more holding of breath and more active dodging techniques employed. But that was okay. They did have a series of cones or some such set up, lines to guide you to either to full service checkout or ring-it-yourself. I survived.
Where did three days go? Had a Happy Hour with some friends last night (it's the 27th today). Shipped out a friend's knives that she'd had me have sharpened yesterday. Went to the Pig in Cottage Grove yesterday for a few minor supplies.
Did not a lot today. Two walks with dogs.
I made a video for students in the fall. If we have students, if there is a fall.
Rode along with Jim as he went to Woodman's for a few groceries and "stocked up" on, rather than hoarded, some wine.
Today was a hard day for me. Like WTF am I supposed to do with myself, with my life? Should I go bake somewhere, that's still marginally open? Or enjoy the luxury of chilling the F out until this shit passes? How long can I do that? How long can I stay home and stay sane? What do I have to do at home to stay sane? It may well be storyboarding videos of basic baking techniques for my students. I'm at a loss, at sea.
Good news is that we got all the wallpaper backing off the walls today. Ready to clean and prep walls for more treatment. Sand woodwork/wainscoting in preparation for painting. Yay for silly projects.
Help me stay sane, folks. Please wash your hands, take care of yourselves, brace for the long fricking haul, and hang in there. Jimmy Fallon taping his show from home is super-inspirational to me. Check him out.
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