How has life changed after a month of isolation living on my own? In some ways, not that much. And in other ways, A LOT.
I cut my own hair yesterday out of sheer desperation. It was a simple trim. Just an inch or so around the bottom. It’s not perfect. But my hair was getting SO long that it was starting to get dry and I was shedding like a dog. It needed to be done. I’ve always cut my own bangs very carefully. I’m actually quite pleased with it. Of course, once things get back to “Normal” I will visit a salon and get the full treatment. But for now – for being at home – I’m happy with it. It feels better and lighter.
My loyal friend Wally dropped off my bi-weekly grocery order this morning. I’m reduced to getting food twice a month given the increase in demand for deliveries. I’ve done deliveries for YEARS because I don’t drive. What’s changed is going from placing the order online the night before, to having to book it up to ten days prior to pick up. Wally goes and grabs my order, drops it off.
I met him downstairs and helped him in with the bags. We chatted quite a bit. I told him he was the only person I’ve really “seen” in person since the whole isolation period began. We chatted a good ten minutes before he had to go. And it felt good to actually talk to a human.
I came back inside and spent 30 minutes washing and wiping down EVERYTHING. I mean EVERYTHING. I am usually good about recycling, but today I tossed the plastic bags into the garbage. That’t what the experts are recommending.
I’m stocked up on canned goods. Snacks. Frozen goods – AND… more importantly, mix for my rum.
On Friday, our family did a Zoom chat thing and that helped – seeing everyone’s face. Were going to do one with dad this week.
I’ve ordered in dinner twice this past week. My diet has gone out the window. I’m still exercising.
I’m having a spat with my neighbours. They’re up at 5:30-6:00 am every morning. He is very loud when he walks. She’s okay. I can tell who is walking. They’re doing some kind of reno’s and I’m hoping they are fixing their insulation problem in the floor. This is an older building and I can hear every step they make. It just seems louder at 6:00 am. I tapped the ceiling this morning with my broom for the first time since they moved in over a year ago. They pounded back.
Let’s just say I’m not happy about it. I have taken the “grown up” approach with them and spoken to them about how loud they sound in the morning. But seriously, no fucks are given.
I think this time next year, the rental market will be better and I will have some money set aside for a move. Time to move into a newer building with an elevator. I also need to get out of this neighbourhood. The crime is increasing and I don’t feel safe in this building anymore.
I think I’ll stop there. I’m rambling. Today is payday. I want nothing more than to head out to the mall and shop for clothes that I desperately need. But alas, I have to wait. The question is…
Do I order from Amazon and risk infection? Or just hold out until this is all over? Even my stay at home clothes are getting old and ratty.
I need a makeover. Stat.