COVID-19: Day 78: Into the garden I go

red chairI have shamed myself into taming the front of the house.

It’s a jungle out there.  I have neither mowed nor weed-whacked this year.  Nary a weed, nary a blade.  It’s a mess.

I have spoken with my supervisor, and we’ve agreed that I will be working mostly from home through the end of June.  So my social-distancing will go on for a quite a bit longer.  I confess I’ve grown weary of being alone 99% of the time — not counting the dogs and the cat who are going to be wild when I resume a normal schedule.  They are enjoying this.

I’m enjoying it too other than the 99% alone part.  I love my morning commute:  I trundle out of bed, make my way to the coffee pot (which is on a timer) and pour a cup.  This is usually at some gawdawful hour of the day, like 4:30 a.m.  I dive into email — both work and personal.  Around 6 a.m. or so, I have breakfast and then go take a quick snooze before starting my day in earnest at about 7:30 a.m.  I usually lunch at the keyboard at about 11 a.m.

By 3 p.m., I’m down for another nap and up at 4 p.m. to check into email again and to check in with the boss.  By that time of day, she’s hitting her stride, and there are things to tend to.  I tend to them and then am pretty much done by 5 or 6 p.m., at which time I prepare dinner.

Weekends, I try to clean up the disarray of my constant presence at the keyboard and loathing of housecleaning.   I’d like to add chair sitting to the repertoire — hence today’s resolution.

Lord knows the house is a flipping mess, but the weather is supposed to be glorious today, and I am resolved to begin the front yard project.  I have high hopes.

benchI need to tame the weeds and free the rose bush, paint the Adirondack chair blue, and install the new bench my Best Daughter-in-Law in the Whole World provided for Mother’s Day..  I have 10 or so packages of mulch that have been stacked by the fence for a couple of years awaiting spreading.  While I may not paint today, I do hope to get the mulch down.  If I get that far, I will hang the nifty Kinsey sign and address stake.  Woo Hoo.  We’ll be high falutin’ then.

I also have plans to see my Sweet Baboo tonight.  We haven’t been in the same room since February, and I miss him muchly.   We’ve agreed that we’ve both socially isolated enough that neither is likely to be infected and we can get together.  Hoo boy, I’m excited.  I’m going to put on makeup and everything.  It’s almost like a real date even if we’re just gonna hang out at his house.

This is my exciting life.  It’s my life, and I love it.  I worked hard to achieve this sense of contentment and satisfaction.

 

 

 

WestVirginiaVille: Office of Paragraphs — I’m now a staff member! Woo Hoo!

PRESS RELEASE: Our ‘Office of Paragraphs’ Ministers Up

I’m very pleased to accept a position as Minister of the Office of Paragraphs over at WestVirginiaVille.com.

WESTVIRGINIAVILLE is a selective & opinionated guide to some of the best writing, photography, video, and news on the life and times of West Virginia. They create their own multimedia features and also curate from other sources and take suggestions, too.  As the news business contracts and changes, feature and news-feature stories are often the first to go. This site is an attempt to fill that gap.

Take a gander at the site.  It soft-launched today and will gear-up in the days to come.  The goal is to have fun while creating and curating meaningful content.  Woo Hoo!

COVID-19: Day 25 and 26: One long day

The days are starting to blend into one another.  It doesn’t help that I have my days and nights mixed up.  I work until 4:30 or 5 p.m. and then go to sleep, wake up at 2 am or 4 am and rock on for a few hours.  Napping before starting work at about 8 am.  This is not good.

Yesterday, Day 25, I couldn’t find anything to write about.  It was just a day.  I researched the CARES Act for funding for the nonprofit I work for, I wrote some business letters and I worked on the webpage.  Nothing scintillating there.  I’m also teaching myself Photoshop Elements which is slow going because my brain just doesn’t work the way that software was written.

I did talk to Chef Boy ‘R Mine:  a real phone call.  Neither of us had much to say but it was good to hear his voice.  His birthday is on June 15th.  I’m hoping to be out of shelter-in-place by then.  Maybe, I’ll even go to Atlanta to see him.  I do miss the boy.  I also miss his wife.  I don’t have a pithy nickname for her yet.  I adore her though.  He chose well.

It’s 6 a.m. Time to start this day.  I’m thinking of actually showering and putting on real clothes.  Maybe that will make it feel like a real day.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained. . .

 

COVID-19: Day 24: Working from Home

This working from home thing is not easy for me.  On the best of days, I’m easily distracted and these are not the best of days

I’ve holed up in my office.  I have my work computer and many of my paper files.   I don’t have post-it notes.  How do people work without post-it notes?  I’ve got notes scribbled everywhere with no rhyme or reason.  I can’t line up my stickies on the side of my desk like I’m used to because there are none.

And it’s my fault.   I went into the office today to water the plants and get some other stuff I need, but I forgot the post-its.  I can’t justify a trip for just post-it notes, so it has to wait

In the meantime,  I have a stack of used envelopes, torn sheets of paper, the stray receipt, etc. with my notes written on them.  It is not satisfying.  It is not efficient and I’m going to forget something important with this system.

The good news?  My WiFi comes and goes.  Right now, it is working so I can print.  This is a good thing.  I had a bunch of stuff I needed to print.

Day 24 of how many?  This is getting old.