Hunkering down, Day 29
Apr. 3rd, 2020 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffy My sciatica hates me, but everything else is okay. My lungs, anyway. I think my shingles are back. Stress.
I'm reading about four books at once...hard time concentrating...I'll start something, read a bit, put it down, do something else, read something else...also working my way those some of the DVDs I've got but have never watched.
Not crocheting at the moment--I still need to assemble my hexagons. Writing sporadically. Occasionally getting a wild hair and organizing. (I think that may what triggered my sciatica--I did some stuff last weekend and it's been giving me grief ever since.) If I clear off the big table, I could do a jigsaw puzzle--I have a few of them, so that's a possibility.
It's Friday--I miss the Swedish weaving group. I even kinda miss LL, although I don't mind the respite from her singing or odd sense of humor. Still, she's generous with her time and got me out and about without as much drama as GK, who was always mentally checking her watch and tapping one foot.
tonight is the series finale for Hawaii 5-O, which I am not looking forward to. I'm not ready to say good-bye...couldn't they just switch things up and bring somebody else if Alex or Scott or whoever is over it? Somehow, listening to Chi McBride doing Arby's commercials just doesn't rise to the same level or drama as Lou Grover being Lou Grover. (I've liked him ever since Boston Public. And House.)
Speaking of House, I caught a couple episodes of it on one of the rerun channels...it reminded me how much I like Hugh Laurie, which reminds me that I've got The Night Manager sitting on a shelf. I saw the first couple episodes broadcast, but not the whole thing, so put that on the list.
There are actual green buds on the trees--spring is here! In the world outside the Sardine Can, flowers are blooming. As glad as I am that I'm not in Florida--that's going to get ugly!--I miss green. I've been tuning in to Adam-12 every afternoon because a) I've loved it since I was about 8, and b) it's set in LA and I get to see palm trees. Golly, I miss palm trees! (I'm also up watching Mannix from 1-2 a.m., because I still love Mike Conners, too.)
I know, I know--all this is less than scintillating...Another six weeks or so and I'll probably be sitting in my chair staring at old episodes of Green Acres and drooling. Which is, of course, preferable to fighting for my life. Sanity is vastly overrated. I'm sure there are a lot of people going more stir-crazy that I am. Honestly, it isn't so much the staying home that's getting me--it's really not that much different than my usual life--it's the not being able to invite GK or LL over to hang, or worrying that any incoming groceries could be toxic.
Right now, the idea of Going Out for ice cream or donuts sounds as exotic as an expedition to Shangri-la. One of my recent acquisitions on iTunes has been Kathmadu, by Bob Seager...Kathmandu sounds peaceful. The rest of the world has gone mad; a quiet retreat where I don't have to be paranoid every single minute would be wonderful. (Cue chanting and temple bells)
Okay, I'm going to take my cheerful self off to read something. Live long and prosper! Love to all..
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I'm reading about four books at once...hard time concentrating...I'll start something, read a bit, put it down, do something else, read something else...also working my way those some of the DVDs I've got but have never watched.
Not crocheting at the moment--I still need to assemble my hexagons. Writing sporadically. Occasionally getting a wild hair and organizing. (I think that may what triggered my sciatica--I did some stuff last weekend and it's been giving me grief ever since.) If I clear off the big table, I could do a jigsaw puzzle--I have a few of them, so that's a possibility.
It's Friday--I miss the Swedish weaving group. I even kinda miss LL, although I don't mind the respite from her singing or odd sense of humor. Still, she's generous with her time and got me out and about without as much drama as GK, who was always mentally checking her watch and tapping one foot.
tonight is the series finale for Hawaii 5-O, which I am not looking forward to. I'm not ready to say good-bye...couldn't they just switch things up and bring somebody else if Alex or Scott or whoever is over it? Somehow, listening to Chi McBride doing Arby's commercials just doesn't rise to the same level or drama as Lou Grover being Lou Grover. (I've liked him ever since Boston Public. And House.)
Speaking of House, I caught a couple episodes of it on one of the rerun channels...it reminded me how much I like Hugh Laurie, which reminds me that I've got The Night Manager sitting on a shelf. I saw the first couple episodes broadcast, but not the whole thing, so put that on the list.
There are actual green buds on the trees--spring is here! In the world outside the Sardine Can, flowers are blooming. As glad as I am that I'm not in Florida--that's going to get ugly!--I miss green. I've been tuning in to Adam-12 every afternoon because a) I've loved it since I was about 8, and b) it's set in LA and I get to see palm trees. Golly, I miss palm trees! (I'm also up watching Mannix from 1-2 a.m., because I still love Mike Conners, too.)
I know, I know--all this is less than scintillating...Another six weeks or so and I'll probably be sitting in my chair staring at old episodes of Green Acres and drooling. Which is, of course, preferable to fighting for my life. Sanity is vastly overrated. I'm sure there are a lot of people going more stir-crazy that I am. Honestly, it isn't so much the staying home that's getting me--it's really not that much different than my usual life--it's the not being able to invite GK or LL over to hang, or worrying that any incoming groceries could be toxic.
Right now, the idea of Going Out for ice cream or donuts sounds as exotic as an expedition to Shangri-la. One of my recent acquisitions on iTunes has been Kathmadu, by Bob Seager...Kathmandu sounds peaceful. The rest of the world has gone mad; a quiet retreat where I don't have to be paranoid every single minute would be wonderful. (Cue chanting and temple bells)
Okay, I'm going to take my cheerful self off to read something. Live long and prosper! Love to all..
...
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Date: 2020-04-03 10:19 pm (UTC)We are finally having spring and I've been pulling weeds in the back yard. It's very nice to be out in the sunshine. The car washes are closed, so I will probably wash mine in the driveway this weekend. We keep looking for chores to do inside the boundaries of our rather small yard to keep us busy and out of each others' hair.
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Date: 2020-04-04 08:54 am (UTC)Here it's in the 60s during the day right now with overnight lows in the 40s--I *think* we're finally past the 'it's going to get down to below freezing, quick, turn the taps on' stage. I never had to do that before in my life, but I've learned the hard way, it's essential. My yard is roughly 20' x 40', has two big trees and there's not much gardening to be done. Instead, I've got a houseplant that I've successfully kept alive for a year and a half now. Small victories!
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Date: 2020-04-04 12:33 am (UTC)DH and I have been lucky to be able to hop in the car and just drive for an hour or two--stretch our eyes, as we say. We don't *stop* anywhere or interact with anybody. Other than that, he does the grocery and gas shopping and that's it for us. So far we've been able to avoid getting on each other's nerves--miracle. I think it's the fear of not having the other there as another voice in the dark, frankly.
Hold on. I keep thinking I don't want to spend the last year or two of my life in lockdown, so I'm holding on.
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Date: 2020-04-04 08:45 am (UTC)