Tues. 03.24.20 – As the Corona Turns…
✓ Staying Inside
✓ Am used to this really as I have worked from home since Sept. 2000
✓ Only going out for a Walk with Social Distancing and some replenishing at the market
✓ Doing my best to get 10,000 steps in that One Walk with Social Distancing
✓ Staying 6 ft / 2 m from everyone while waiting in line at market
✓ Washing hands with Dr. Bonner’s rose castile liquid soap, as it is less chapping.
✓ Dancing while singing while washing hands. Helps with steps. The song has mostly been the Hamster Dance. Be v. afraid. Be glad you are not near me.
✓ The background processes of my brain are stressed and giving me weird stress dreams.
✓ Insomnia from 2am – 6am is now officially back after a few years of remission.
✓ Was mad at neighbor for holding an all night drum circle session, then realized on night #3 it was my fridge.
✓ Instead of adding focus, any caffeine is now scattering my brain to the wind.
✓ Am lucky if I get 3 good productive hours out of the day in terms of computer / tech / development / writing work.
✓ Doing my best to only check the news & Twitter once a day, preferably in the morning.
✓ Have closed all windows and turned on allergy air purifier as local trees are having a lot of sex. Pollen from said tree sex is making me sneeze and cough. This then leads to a brain spiral.
✓ Making strange bean soups with odds and ends from the fridge
✓ Follow bean soups with fruit. Because somewhere back in the distant 1970s California macrobiotic craze I was told as a child not to mix beans and fruit.
✓ So bored am almost excited to see what the beans and fruit will do in my already challenged digestive system.
How are you doing?
Today, I went to the supermarket.
There was very little meat left on the refrigerated shelves, so I asked the butcher for a small portion of ground beef. As he was wrapping it up, a woman came up to the meat counter declaring loudly, “They have it and they are here! Shopping for food! Why!”
My brain couldn’t process what she was saying and the question the butcher was asking me. I nodded to him.
I took my package and walked off to find the line for the cash registers.
The line for the cashiers was over a 100 people long with completely full shopping cards. I stood with a half full small shopping basket on my arm and waited. I moved up as the line moved.
As I got to mid-line, all of the sudden two people wearing full hazmat gear and respirators were escorted to the front of the line.
The whole line backed up fast.
I turned to the security guard near me and said, “The Whole World has gone insane.”
He nodded. “Mad, simply barking mad.”
Fri 03.13.20 – Sing the title of this blog post, What a Mess, to the tune of Salt-n-Pepa’s Whatta Man…
What a mess
What a mess
What a mighty, mighty big mess…
The US’s current presidential administration is currently working on minus leadership points for its handling of the COVID-19 crisis.
I am not going to link to a specific article, but they are legion.
Stay safe folks.
Wed. 11.06.19 – After writing yesterday’s blog post, I was quite happy with the whole post and went off to bed. I woke up at 3am after a bad dream with an upset tummy and quite worried.
So, I did two things:
1) Took some Tums.
Now that Zantac has been pulled off the market, my go to 3am sour stomach meds are a revolving door of new tries.
Tums was a VERY BAD IDEA.
First off, it did not settle my stomach. It made it much worse. At 7am I jettisoned out of bed to have even more digestive excitements. Then my brain said, “Why would tummy meds give you the trots?”
Oh, let’s google if Tums is gluten free.
And… It is not. Thus, the Celiac’s Revenge.
I will be very excited when Zantac 75mg is back out on the market, as it works for me to settle my stomach and it gets rid of my hives.
2) After taking the Tums, I spent the hour between 3 and 4 am worrying that a variety of bad things would happen if I left yesterday’s blog post as is.
While I did not write where this happened, it is a place that I frequent often and don’t want it go sour if Old Creepy Guy makes things difficult if he googles my name and finds the blog post. Or the manager of the place gushes about my photos again and says my name.
So, I edited it to take out the detail with sleep blurred eyes; which then killed the irony and the black humor of the whole thing.
As I laid back down to go back to sleep, I got mad at myself that I was caving into the good girls make it easy for creepy dudes to keep creeping.
In the end, I decided that the on going safety of myself at the location in question was more important than a black humor #metoo blog post.
Sat. 10.26.19 – Sweet Pea and I are in Arizona visiting / dog sitting the lovely, but very elderly, Miss Belle le Cane while her people are out and about. Our good old friend Miss Belle is now 14 1/2 years old – or somewhere in her 90-somethings. Belle is feeling her age.
Belle arrived to Family Hanen as a rescue puppy in October of 2005 while I was away at grad school. There were a lot of good years in between 2005 and 2019: dog beach, dog parades, dog sitting, walks, playing fetch – and a whole lot of photos.
Belle is still trucking on with heart pills and CBD oil. There is very little running but she perks up about an hour or so after the food/pills/hempoil.
In other news, Arizona is Arizona. It is dry and warm to hot.
Photo taken by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D850 and a 50mm lens. For the curious, Sweet Pea is a rescue as of last year August and is estimated to be between 6-8 years old, most likely closer to 8.
Sun. 10.14.18 – This morning I woke up every hour after three in the morning with strange dreams that involved my favorite bath towels disappearing as I folded them while doing laundry.
I have four red bath towels and wash clothes. I fold the wash clothes into the towel fold, so they do not get lost when I store them in the cupboard.
I am not afraid of nightmares or disturbing dreams, but the dream of my towels disappearing as I folded them kept coming back every time I fell back to sleep.
Odd but true.
Tues. 08.28.18 – It what may seem like a cryptic blog post, a completely new era starts today. And so far it is good.
11.04.19 – Update for posterity or triggering my own memory: The new era was my (then) brand new Samsung Note 9, after 19 years of using Nokia or Microsoft/Nokia phones.
Sun. 08.26.18 – One week and one day ago, Miss Sweet Pea, the small dog formerly known as Cindy Lou Who, joined Casa de Mobile Hanen as the Dog in Residence.
So far, so very delightful. Miss Pea is approximately 8 or so years old (6-8 according to Dr. Kali), in her previous life before rescue she lived outside in a backyard somewhere in SoCal. She now lives inside with multiple walks a day.
Just yesterday she realized that chipmunks were prey and got SUPER EXCITED at every chipmunk movement, smell, and burrow. Walks are extra more anticipated now…
Photo by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D850 and a Nikon 50mm f/1.4G lens.