Where have all the bloggers and blog readers gone? I considered using this as my title, but it just sounds too depressing. I would have thought people would have been bored and been more anxious to turn to blogs to touch base, catch up, commiserate. I have not found that to be the case. At the risk of sounding pathetic, I MISS MY PEOPLE!
It has left me wondering . . . Are you out standing in lines waiting for a toilet paper truck delivery to arrive at your nearest Walmart - or worse yet a more distance Walmart because someone posted on Facebook that a delivery was imminent? Are you scrounging in your pantry to concoct a dinner of sorts minus fresh ingredients? Or are you like me: wearing a whistle and begging your offspring not to tear each other apart?
Do you feel like you have been polled? You were perhaps unaware of my polling techniques, but I have gathered based on responses that my readers are uninterested in reading about the somewhat outdated goings on of me and my tribe, my 'pre-virus' posts, if you will. Those posts that I carefully filed away, ready to magically appear while I was busy with my class are now as interesting as reminding loved ones to use hand sanitizer umpteen times a day.
A few of you tuned in to check out the post I had scheduled to magically appear while I juggled diaper changing, laundry, after school games, driving to dancing, with my potentially time consuming writing class that had me freaking out because of the fear of the unknown - of course the new 'fear of the unknown' is totally different now.
So some of you checked out my post about the offensive Floridian woman and her daughter's Floridian Irish dancing teacher - but people stealing seating and speaking snarky at dancing competitions is apparently not as interesting as how we are surviving. More of you seemed to be more focused on whether or not fellow shoppers at the grocery store considered stuffing me in my own trunk in the grocery parking lot as a mandated 'self' quarantine because I released a series of tiny coughs. Didn't read that one? It's aptly called 'It's just a tickle, promise.'
NEW HABITS: Coach came home yesterday around lunch. I got all excited. Reinforcements? (I will describe the offspring mentality and my desire for reinforcements in a later post, because I managed to stretch this non-topic out in my uncanny talented way to make it longer than I thought possible). No. Not the case.
Coach's physical therapist office is connected to the health club. That sweet, wondrous health club with upbeat music and a variety of classes and top-of-the-line equipment and familiar faces and amazing instructors, that place that helps me maintain my sanity. The place I visit daily under normal circumstances -where I push myself and burn calories and feel stress melt-away and sometimes chat with other workout friends. Yeah, that place that is currently shuttered until whenever.
Since the health club is off limits to Coach, he wandered home between patients. People, this is SO rare. Um, then he told me he had to go to the bathroom. Like REALLY go. He is accustomed to taking a short walk to the health club when these, ahem, circumstances arise. There are multiple options and no obvious culprit for other people to point at and scoff at afterwards, if you catch my drift.
|This vision used to tick me off, now it|
supplies me with a small amount of panic.
As a public service to the people and patients that work and get treated in a small space that only houses the ONE bathroom, he opted to come home and REALLY go to the bathroom here. Has he not heard that there is a toilet paper shortage? He is the only family member with another facility available to him, but alas. I understand. He does not want to have people who can barely walk after surgery attempt to run from the building.
Still, I would have preferred the reinforcement scenario to the "Hi - just here to stink up the place, because you will all still love me afterwards unlike my employees and patients."
Are you forming new formerly discreet habits while in lockdown? Do tell.