Lock me up, lock me down: the saga continues
‘I now understand why bangs grow so fast when you’re doing nothing. It’s to hide everything else. Bangs are like sweatpants for your face.’
Lockdown Day 40: Dinner is getting less inspired every night.
I’ve gone from roasting whole chickens and slow cooking ribs and making giant Greek salads and shaving gruyere cheese over cauliflower, to jamming three boxes of frozen appetizers in the oven. None cook properly because they all need different temperatures and I just randomly choose a number in between. Lockdown Day 41: Complaining to my sister, Roz, that though I love my family, the house seems to shrink a little every day. She suggested I tape arrows on the floor because it makes things run smoother at the grocery store. Lockdown Day 42: In my previous life, I rarely wrote out a shopping list and if I did, I always forgot it. Because I’m determined to stay out of grocery stores as much as possible, I now not only do a list, I do it in the order the store is laid out in. Everyone has been instructed to add what they want to the chalkboard. The chalkboard is getting out of control as we squish stuff into the margins. The chalkboard once felt like an excellent idea. The chalkboard now haunts my dreams.
Lockdown Day 43: I basically wake up in the morning and count backwards from when I can go back to bed. Woke up one day and it was snowing, and for a minute, I was scared I’d slept through summer. Lockdown Day 44: While I was doing a radio interview, Cairo the Stupid Cat started meowing very loudly. She has the most obnoxious yell I’ve ever heard. I realize that being interrupted by pets and kids during online business meetings can be pretty cute. When it happens on radio, it just sounds like you live in a house of murder. Lockdown Day 45: Bought sneakers. First time in years. While plans of fitness dance through my head, I read an article telling non-runners not to risk starting now. As I read it, it started snowing again. Even I can take a hint. I put the sneakers away. Lockdown Day 46: Dinner prep now consists of cooking whatever falls out of the freezer when I open the door too fast.
Lockdown Day 47: Thought I’d take a shot at plucking my eyebrows. I can really only see one properly — my eyesight is terrible. Stabbed away for a while, but finally conceded that I look like a before and after picture at the same time. I now understand why bangs grow so
fast when you’re doing nothing. It’s to hide everything else. Bangs are like sweatpants for your face. Lockdown Day 48: Ari’s girlfriend, Sarah, is the only one still working outside the house. She leaves me perfect little notes every morning letting me know which cats have been fed. She also helpfully tells me what day it is.
Lockdown Day 49: Did curbside pickup for the hanging plants for the deck. I have gone from someone who used to spend an hour looking at every plant in the nursery to find the perfect one to someone who just says, “surprise me.”
Lockdown Day 50: Ari came down and asked if there were any plans for dinner. Hoping this meant he was offering to cook, I told him I was just going to make nachos. “Well, it doesn’t get any better than that,” he replied. Next time I will just say no. Lockdown Day 51: Found a website about Vikings and discovered they used to take their cats with them on raids. I thought this was fascinating to read out loud to everyone in an obvious attempt to be as irritating as my father used to be. Then I noticed Sweet Pea by the door with a small suitcase, a juice box, and a Viking helmet on her head.