Try not to be an assholebitch – day 9 of xx

looking for the light

Well, here I am again. It is about 4:30PM. Don’t think I have pissed off anyone. Haven’t broken any rules yet. But, there is still time. Today isn’t over.

Cold and rainy today. Not a day for going out even if it were allowed.

life and coronavirus #35

The housemen are always wiping down everything. As soon as they finish they start over again. Like being a painter on an aircraft carrier. The job is never done.

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The residents are still making bags for the Arlington Food Bank.  I haven’t pitched in with bag making.

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Lots of events are being canceled. Things like weddings and funerals and bar mitzvahs.  Flowers have been ordered. And, rather than just toss the flowers in the trash folk deliver them to us poor old rich white folk. Hopefully, they are smart enough to take a tax deduction. Because there were a lot of roses in our flower case this morning.

I am assuming that we will be locked in our apartments sometime sooner not later.  That will be especially hard for the elders. You might think that these people are really old and don’t go out much anyhow, wouldn’t mind. But they are used to wandering around the building and napping in sun in the public spaces. And, they have learned how to go get their box-o-lunch and box-o-dinner. They socialize while waiting on-line. 6 feet apart (or not).  I worry about these people. The social workers will be busy.

Last evening, I was continuing my personal “poor me” day. I was cursing Carlton for not being around to help me through this crisis. Then I remembered. I have 35 years of AA experience. I know how to do this.  When we get put into solitary lockdown, I will deploy my AA parachute. Thank you, Carlton.

(just back from a fine dinner in a friend’s apartment – everyone 6 feet apart. And for an hour and a half sanity returned. Thank you. )

Mālama pono

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