Orange County Register — North County News-Tribune; Date: April 23, 2020; Section: News; Page Number: A2
WHAT A DAY
What to do when every day is today
Does anyone know what day it is? Having sheltered in place for over a month now, many of us no longer have a set schedule, although I think most of us have developed new routines.
For the first couple of weeks, I let life slide by. When I wasn’t at the stables looking after my horse, I was in my pajamas, watching a lot of old movies, and snacking continuously. Then one day, as I was changing from my day pajamas to my night pajamas, I decided it was time to pull myself together and act like I had a plan for the future.
Or at least the next 24 hours.
Now I awaken each morning and wonder what day it is. Some days, I look at my calendar to find out. Other days, I just pronounce it Blursday. There are a lot of Blursdays.
At least I can’t oversleep, not with two dogs wanting to be fed. They don’t nag at Dale for their meals, and only come to my side of the bed. At 7 am, the short one woofs and the large one shakes her collar at me. They are persistent.
When Marcus watches them, they let him sleep until 10 or 11. Don’t tell me that’s not favoritism.
Once I have fed the dogs, I spend some time meditating and exercising before breakfast. Don’t be too envious of my discipline—I’m only exercising because it’s physical therapy for my back. At this point, I have two choices: stretch and strengthen my hips, or walk like a 95-year-old cripple.
The dogs need me to bend down enough to put their food bowls on the floor.
After breakfast, I shower and put real clothes on. I also put on makeup. At first, part of me scolded myself for wasting it, since no one was going to see me. To justify the use of mascara, I recorded some videos for social media, talking about books and writing.
Now I’m wondering if eyeshadow could be a business expense.
Even though I’d rather not go into stores at the moment, I also make grocery lists and pretend I’m going shopping. I’m just using a home-delivery app instead. I like the one that gives me my shopper’s name and I can text them while they shop for me. So far, I’ve had Rogelio and Gizelle as my shoppers. They were delightful.
I’m thinking we should exchange Christmas cards.
Dale still ventures out to the big-box stores, for his mother and us. The last time he went out, he asked if we needed anything. Without thinking it through, I told him, “Easter candy.”
Hint: unless you have a family of twenty, do not shop for Easter candy at Sam’s Club. I needed one chocolate-peanut-butter egg, not two dozen. Remember a few paragraphs up, where I was snacking continuously?
Chocolate in the house is not a deterrent.
Like everyone else, I’m finding new ways to do old things. Meetings can be held over the phone, or face-to-face via the Zoom app. It is awkward, but I’m getting used to people’s voices being out of sync with their mouths.
It’s a little like watching a dubbed foreign film.
It fascinates me to see how we adapt to our modified lifestyles, and whether we’ll keep some of the changes. When this is all over, will we add Blursday to our calendars?
Longtime Placentia resident Gayle Carline tracks those moments that shape her days as a wife, mom, computer whiz and horsewoman. E-mail her at [email protected].