Yesterday was a difficult day and I am trying very, very hard not to rant. There are some days when everything is hard–due to the virus restrictions–and my blood pressure most certainly soars.
And I am not going to bore you with my complaints and whining.
Needless to say, I wish I lived in one of those states that was opening soon. As a “high risk” person, I will certainly be avoiding crowds and I will be self-isolating. I’ll be eliminating all unnecessary shopping trips and will wear a mask everywhere. I will take care of myself. But I think I should be able to go to the dump and the bank, among other places.
I think I should be able to walk on the beach. I should be able to see my doctors.
If our governor has her way, we’ll be on lock down for two months, if not more. That is one hell of a long time. Especially after a year of breast cancer.
The walls are closing in.
Yesterday I “auditioned” fabric for the sides of my scrappy “isolation quilt”. What started out as a simple project to fill up the hours evolved into something much prettier than I had imagined. So I had to up my game when it came to selecting the side-setting triangles, which will frame those 50 blocks.
This project did not go well. I ended up ordering some fabric from a quilt shop in Great Falls, Montana. It may or may not work, but at least the fabric was half price. Plus I supported a local store.
Forget “Take Out Friday”. Yesterday, after spending an hour or two cleaning up the fabric mess, I declared it to be “Take Out Thursday”. Last night we supported one of our favorite places, Tony’s Pizza. I ordered a large salad and a large pepperoni and mushroom pizza (I parked in a space near their door and they delivered the food to the back of my car). Banjo Man and I turned on the tv and dug in as if we’d never eaten pizza before.
Thus ended five weeks of quarantine.