Like most sensitive folks, I’m avoiding all media today except those that refuse to play video/audio and instead just give appropriately snarky analysis.
We’re back from the desert, and had a pleasant, utterly unproductive weekend. It was too chilly for roasting marshmallows or hanging out in hammocks, but I did spend some quality time in the chair hammock reading and swinging, and we finally shopped for big pants for Bobby. He’s been campaigning for baggy pants and more hoodies for ages. Every one of the 2000 kids at his school wear the same uniform every day: baggy jeans or sweatpants or pyjama pants, and giant oversized hoodies. Far be it from me to criticize a soon-to-be teenager for wanting to fit in, but I have to admit I’m a bit dismayed at the utter lack of creativity and individualism with these kids. Where are the punks, goths, hippies, mods, metal heads…? Why did this change? Anyway. Bobby’s happy with his new stuff, and I’m happy he’s happy. Thankfully Theo doesn’t care. Yet.
I booked their duo-birthday trampoline place party today. It’s going to cost $1200. FML. I hope this is the last one.
I am still just as sick as I was three weeks ago - still completely congested, can’t taste or smell, and filling a garbage can a day with tissues. At this point I’ve had to tell my bandleader that I may not be able to sing this weekend. I would hate to miss it - it’s an important event - but this illness has no end in sight, and there’s no way I can sing with a completely clogged nose and my voice dropped an octave. I’ve had to cancel another week’s worth of exercise classes. I’m so sick of it I could cry. I just want to breathe and taste my food again. I don’t understand why this won’t just go away already. It really is the virus from hell.
We’re all on high alert for more “once in a generation” high wind events here in LA, one starting today and going through tomorrow. It’s not windy here, and my weather app shows no wind in our area, but I know it’s happening elsewhere, which means more fire risk. Yet another thing that never seems to end. Until it rains, and the winds die down, we’re still in danger. My displaced friends have stated that they really don’t know what to do next. They’re all holed up in hotels, trying to get a hold of insurance, and not sure where they’re going to live and for how long and what’s going to happen. Again, I can’t even imagine the stress of that, especially if you have kids in school (and especially if that school has burned down, as many have). Ugh. It’s all so horrible, I can’t spend too much time thinking about it.
Sorry, not a lot positive today. But we’re ok, kids are ok, business seems to be fine (for now), this illness will pass some day, I’ll get back to exercise when I’m no longer a walking pathogen, the sun will rise again.
I have to say, I’m so glad we have this “second home”, a place to lay our heads that’s not dependent on any grid or utility. Just knowing we have somewhere to go that has comfortable beds and food and water and a bathroom we can use, is tremendously comforting. I shudder to imagine what circumstances would cause us to actually use it for something other than a pleasant weekend in the country, but knowing it’s there does give me some peace of mind.
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