Month: March 2021

Waiting

 

It feels like I’ve spent the past year waiting.  I’ve waited in the car countless times while one of my cats is at the vet.

I’ve waited for packages to be delivered and food and grocery deliveries.

I’ve waited for the doctor to call with test results, hoping for good news and fearing the worst.

I’ve waited to go urgent care after I fell down the stairs because I wasn’t sure if I could even be seen.

I waited for the election results to be called and then again for the inauguration.

Now I’m waiting for warmer weather and my turn to get the vaccine so I can stop waiting to see family and friends.

I’m waiting for this f#cking pandemic to end, for the freedom to start living a more normal life.

And right now, on a Tuesday morning before work, I’m waiting for the weekend.

What are you waiting for?

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Making this photo was a lot of fun.  It took me back to my theatre days – sourcing props and costumes,  doing hair and make-up,  building a set and working with lighting.  Except this story is captured in a fraction of second (one-sixth of second to be precise) instead of in five acts.

Since it took so long to get everything set up, I thought I’d have some fun with the set before tearing it all down.  I think the photograph with the wine and my phone is a more accurate representation of my last year. 🙂

This is the meme from @attorneyproblems that inspired the photograph.

Covid Couch

Happy Quarannviersary! One year ago today, the managing partner of my office gathered everyone in a conference room and told us that we would be working from home for the next two weeks while we ride out the pandemic.  ha ha ha ha TWO WEEKS! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Two weeks turned into two months and two months has dragged on to a year.  Over the past year people have been singing the praises of our doctors and nurses working tirelessly to save lives and the essential workers like the grocery store employees who risk their lives everyday so that idiots without masks can grocery shop.  They ARE America’s heroes.  They deserve all the praise and hazard pay.

But on this anniversary that I never want to celebrate again, I’d like to honor the true hero in my life – my couch.  I’ve spent a year on my couch.  It has been my office, a restaurant, a movie theatre, my best friend.   I drink my morning coffee on it while I read all of the emails I will eventually fail to respond to.  I’m on the couch when I reluctantly log on to work and I’ll stay there until my laptop threatens to shut down because the battery’s drained.  I eat my lunch and take my lunch time nap on it every day.  In the evenings, I sit on the left side to eat dinner and watch TV.  I sit on the right side to drink wine and scroll through social media and text with friends or read a book.

I’m especially attached to it on the weekends.  With nothing to do and nowhere to go, I like cry from frustration/boredom/loneliness and then take a long afternoon nap just to pass the time.  Which side I cry/sleep on depends on where the cats are.  I do my best to contort my body around them so they can sleep in peace.

My abused and suffering couch is wine-stained, coffee-stained, tear-stained, chocolate stained (and yes, it’s chocolate – I sat on a rogue chocolate chip), shredded by a kitten who doesn’t give two fluffs that I don’t want her to scratch it, and sagging from having to support my ever increasing pandemic weight gain.

I haven’t decided what I’ll do with it after the panny ends.  I probably should put it out of its misery and send it off to couch heaven, but I’m not sure I’m that selfless.  Do I really want to have to get to know another couch while I reacquaint myself with my friends, family and co-workers?