Thursday, April 2, 2020
Today I am grateful for our Adult Daycare. I don’t know if any of you who follow my blog have noticed that I’ve been posting a video on Facebook, too, but if you haven’t seen any of them go to my page. What a hoot! I’m sure having fun and I hope you are, too.
This morning I was awake at 5:30, but feeling great so I started ruminating about what I’d say on the video versus what I’d write my blog about. I have to keep that video short, but I can’t get wordier in the blog. . . as you know. I can also go back and edit here, but not there.
I decided we are not social distancing. We are physically distancing, but I think we’re more social now than we were before. Just not in person. For example, a few minutes ago a dear friend who I met in Jakarta, but haven’t seen for years, just sent me a connection to Marco Polo. Yeah, I never heard of it, either, but I installed it and she and I sent videos back and forth until we were laughing too hard to continue. Talk about the best medicine!
I thought since we’d be “in” for weeks and weeks, that we’d get so much done. I have a storage room upstairs that hasn’t been attended to in, well, 15 years when we moved here. Yeah, that didn’t happen. Yet. We keep saying, “Not today. Maybe tomorrow.” Almost in unison.
We also have a full basement and when I say “full” I don’t just mean it runs the length of the house, although it does. I mean FULL with magic and Christmas stuff and memorabilia and toys and decorations and baskets and a shit load of crap we probably don’t need and should get rid of. It really needs a thorough cleaning out. That didn’t happen, either. Yet.
Usually I don’t like a lot of clutter strewn about because it stresses me out. Yet right now, from where I’m writing this in my living room, I can see two putters, a box of golf balls and an indoor golf hole; a thousand piece dragon puzzle that is impossible and supposed to relax me, but might wind up like a Monopoly game and be tossed against the wall, except then I’d have to pick up all of those pieces; my backpack full of markers, colored pencils, gel pens and coloring books, etc.; and a table in the sunroom full of marble games I bought in Indonesia. That’s just right here. Doesn’t bother me at all. I kinda like having any given toy at my fingertips. What? Next I’ll be on Hoarders!
The kitchen table now not only has the growing basil babies, but also the Perquacky and Scrabble games and newspapers folded to the crossword and puzzle page. That’s just on the main floor. Himself goes UP to play his baseball game and watch Merlin on Netflix. He goes DOWN to paint creatures and lay out games with boards and pieces he’ll never use because I hate those kinds of games and have to draw the line somewhere. I can only lose games to him so much and maintain my dignity.
All of the experts on this nightmare say it’s best to keep things normal. As if! We try though, so we do have a schedule here at our adult daycare. I get up earlier than Himself, have breakfast, shower whenever, get dressed whenever, make the bed (after he gets up, otherwise it’s lumpy) and watch some news. Lately I’ve been recording and posting my silly video first thing in the morning, before Himself comes out and starts asking questions, although that might make for a fun one.
Then later in the morning I grab a cup of coffee and a treat (😊 and watch The View, which I record. I know. Don’t judge. But at least they tell it like it is. I thought I hated the cross-talk when they were all in the studio! Now that they are all streaming in, it sends me over the edge. But I watch anyway.
We eat lunch, maybe take a walk for some fresh air, have a nap, maybe watch a movie and maybe I’ll color or we’ll play a game. We have more snacks laying around here than Lays and Keebler, so there is also “snack time”. Like Tea Time if your British! Later we eat dinner, watch World News and Jeopardy, (also recorded), watch a movie or go our separate ways. Tucked within that high-stress day, I spend way too much time making Facebook comments and also call family and friends. I might color or work on the evil puzzle and then it’s time for bed. This is a lot of work! Like a job!
My new watercolor tablet and paints aren’t far away, but I’m still to terrified to tackle that new project. Besides, I don’t have time. Social/personal distancing in our Adult Daycare is keeping me too busy!