I have a bottle of Korbel Brut left over from Valentine’s Day in my refrigerator. I’m going to pop it open when this quarantine is over. Cheers to us all!
I haven’t exactly been busting my butt during this quarantine, but I gave myself permission to do diddly squat today. Other than to make French toast and bacon, that’s exactly what I did.
I was a sloth, a slug and a slumberer. I had 3 naps. Long naps. I slept most of the day. I’m apt to be up all night. I figured it was inevitable during this quarantine that I would get my days and nights mixed up, so I’m probably right on schedule.
I am still without WiFi. I’m living through it, but it’s not pretty. Much like this quarantine, it is completely disrupting the rhythm of my day. Because the only machine that can reach the outside world is on the 2nd floor of my house and the coffee pot and wine are on the first floor of the house, I am up and down the stairs a gazillion times a day.
The phone has short, very short, periods where it can get a signal long enough to pull in a text message or two. I am usually unable to answer before the connection is lost. My friends probably think I'[m not speaking to them. Alas. There is nothing I’d rather do. I love where I live, but not being able to get a cell signal most of the time is aggravating. And the primary reason I still have a landline.
The landline works. I tried to call my mom. It seems her phone was out of order. Technology is going to both be my savior and my downfall.
Here’s to Day 23. Cheers!
I’m posting from my phone in the absence of wifi. Oh sure, I could use the wired desktop but I would rather whine.
That’s all I’m good for today.
The other day, I was trying to have a conversation on my iPhone when the speaker phone kept cutting off. Now I’ve gotten to be hard of hearing and I need that speaker phone. No amount of tweaking, tech support, Apple chat, etc. etc. could get it to stop turning itself off after about a minute.
I’ve been lusting after the new iPhone. That camera! And, by golly, I was up for an upgrade. So I did it. I ordered the latest and greatest phone. It arrived today and my internet promptly went down. So I went to the grocery store thinking all would be well upon my return.
An aside: I did the Kroger Clicklist. Once again they were out of a lot of the stuff I ordered. Pinto beans, yeast, potatoes, ham hocks, egg noodles and Spam. I have a powerful hankering for both beans and cornbread AND scalloped potatoes with Spam. Evidently, I’m to have neither. I did stop at the Dollar General and find bow-tie pasta to substitute for the egg noodles. Tuna casserole is in my near future. Don’t laugh. I make a mean tuna casserole!
All was not well upon my return. I called Frontier. Blessedly, I got competent folk each of the 4 times I called. They would do this. They would do that. They would do something else and then VOILA my wireless would work for 15 minutes and then go down. By the 5th time I called, I was getting desperate. A very nice tech support guy apologized for all the problems and declared I needed a new modem. I had suggested this on phone call number 1. Never mind.
So, I am without wireless until Wednesday maybe Thursday. This means I am tied to this behemoth of a desktop on the second floor of my house in the hottest room during an expected stretch of warm weather. It also means I can’t set up the new phone as I need wireless to transfer from Phone A to Phone B. I am not a happy camper.
Again, I am reminded of how technology is keeping me sane. I’ve emailed and texted with friends and coworkers. I have ZOOMed with my writing group. Of course, there have been telephone calls. And now I’m settling into a night of Facebook.
This could be so much worse. We may be social distancing, but many of us are both maintaining social connections and building new ones.
Of course, I say this having turned the television off early this morning. The relentless reporting of this crisis is necessary, but it is not necessary that I watch every minute of it. I trust that if it’s important, they will tell me tomorrow when I turn the news back on. Too much is just too much. I’m practicing safe television.
Today was a long day. Every minute seemed an hour and the work I was doing was just not engaging my brain. I checked my personal email and discovered that I had been accepted to read for the Writing Conference of Northern Appalachia’s Facebook Live readings.
I’ll be reading The Plum on April 27th at 8 p.m. Details to follow.
I’m excited and nervous. This reading is via Facebook and a laptop camera. I’m sure to have 17 chins and look like death warmed over. I don’t video well. Not in the least.
But I’m honored to be a part of this. It certainly livened up my day.
I’ve now found a home for all my orphan writings that I think needed one. It is time to write something new. I’m finding that hard. I have the attention span of a gnat. I keep reading various articles in the vein of What To Do With Yourself While Quarantining. Most stress not to expect too much of yourself. Most of us grieving in some fashion and there’s a period of adjustment that we need to go through.
However, I’m desperate to find equilibrium. I’m getting there. My daily schedule helps. Talking to friends and family helps. And blogging helps. Thanks for reading. OH! And please comment. I love comments!
It was a quiet day until I got the email telling me a short story of mine is to be published in print and online. I’m very pleased. And surprised. I only submitted it because the journal offered editorial feedback.
I don’t have details yet, but when I do, I’ll share.
I’m starting to get a rhythm to this work-at-home stuff. I still distract easily, but that could be stress. I was told by a wise person that we’re all ADD under stress.
Be good to yourself!