Quarantine Bunker Update: Day Who Knows?
Today I put on my new Super Girl/Wonder Woman mask over my uncombed, frazzled hairdo and went to the grocery store. It was the first time I’d gone out in public in a while, and I felt kind of stupid wearing a mask, but then I realized that nearly everyone else was wearing a mask, so then I felt superior and started looking down on everyone who WASN’T wearing one. I am not a good person, it turns out. I am blown about with the winds and pulled along with the tides.
I’ve been lonely, but worse than being lonely is I’ve felt very alone. There’s a difference between feeling a bit lonely and feeling utterly alone, and while I can’t really articulate it, I can say that one sucks, and the other really sucks and is scary, too. This quarantine, guys. It’s especially tough on those of us who live alone. We are in a bleak situation. The mind starts to get squirrely. I’ve no idea how Tom Hanks did it on that island, even though in the past, that’s been my fantasy - to get away from it all!
For Pete’s sake, I joined Christian Mingle the other day just for someone to talk to, but unfortunately I found out that you have to pay to talk to anyone, and I am El Cheapo, so this morning I deactivated my account. I was only getting weird “smiles” and “winks” and “waves” from guys vs. any actual conversations being initiated, and these are 40-something year old guys, so I quickly shut it down. Apparently if I get a wink I’m supposed to…do what exactly? Wink back? Then we are stuck winking at each other?
This is the kind of thing that drives me to drink. You wink; I overthink. It’s a country song.
My work with Westie Rescue of North Texas has been keeping me relatively sane. I had the BEST little foster dog last week who was in grave danger of being another foster fail if I didn’t get her out the door, but I did, finally, and she’s gone on to a great family. I have another little male coming this week with chicken feet. Apparently he chews the fur off his feet, so we’ll see what we can do about that before moving him on out to his own new home.
Other than that, I’ve had some long staring contests with Winston. He keeps winning.
The Staring Contest Winner
There is no telling how weird I’ll be in a month if all this keeps up.
