Today this made me laugh:
“Eighth day of self isolation and it’s like Vegas in my house. We’re losing money by the minute, cocktails are acceptable at any hour and nobody knows what time it is”.
Am I the only one that thought that Monday was Thursday?
I have heard the concept. Daytime jammies and nighttime jammies. The struggle is real. I am like many of the masses and have suddenly found myself without work and am using up my holiday time. If I have to pretend that I am on holiday, I am now in Vegas and my bathtub is now the pool. If I ask nicely, my youngest son is the cabana boy and brings me Mai Tai’s. As for gambling, I’ve got that down pat. There’s a 50/50 chance that dinner will be ready and with enough mai tai’s, there might even be an evening show.
It’s hard to explain, this new reality. I no longer set my alarm. What’s the purpose in getting up? Spring cleaning was never high on my list so why start now? My day has found a gentle rhythm. So gentle that I often need a nap but I will persevere! I get up, make coffee, listen to the news and then make a list that consists of “make bed, have shower and get dressed”. Ok, that took an hour. Maybe it’s back to the pool and the land of pretend!
All kidding aside. I am watching the alerts. I paid special attention to “essential services’. I am aghast. Who made this list? I’m sure it was a man who was going prematurely bald. There can be no other reason for leaving hair salons off as an essential service. I mean, really. All this stress and on top of it, I have to go grey? I think we need to revisit the essentials. I say REDO! Essential service must include those that need color in these very dark days!
On a positive news, the liquor store is still deemed essential. Thank God. I can’t imagine my pool boy bringing me soda water with lime and pretending that this is Vegas fun.
So these are my days. Dull and somewhat dreary. I read another meme that made me laugh. “Where are we going for holidays this week-end?” and they showed a blueprint of the house. For me, I am going back to my bathroom and lathering with sunscreen in hopes of ultraviolet lights!
These are times that deem the need for airport rules. It’s not easy and you need to do what you need. Yes, I have a cabana boy but I also have a back deck where I am trying to perfect the plank and get my heart rate up. If I have to go grey, at least I don’t have to be droopy. It’s bad enough that in the middle of the night I have to ask if my rush of heat is COVID 19 or just another hot flash.
Be kind to yourself. If your bathroom must be Vegas and your hair is of concern, just push it aside. Although the times are grim, I celebrate that new found time allows me to connect with those that I adore. If my life includes “airport rules”, I am so glad that I have virtual travelers who follow my path. Thank goodness for friends who all make me laugh. These are the people that are the true wealth of life. If they were to disappear, my soul would be poor and my life adrift.
I wish you all to have travelers that join you in your journey. People who bring you joy and build up your spirit. The times are tough, the salons are shut but I wish you connections that bring you solace. May your bathroom be your Vegas and may these dark times teach us that life is rich because of those that we love. To all of you, I wish you courage to face the days and may each day bring you glimmers of sunshine, of blue oceans and long sandy beaches. May we celebrate small moments of gladness and may we feel blessed with connections. Together we are stronger. Vegas is never fun as a solo journey. We need group love because that is where the memories are found.
To each of you, I wish you the strength you need. Know that you are loved, that you make a difference in the world and that your influence matters. Connections are our life line. That, and a good cabana boy! Airport rules are a once in a lifetime experience, indulge and enjoy!
And Then I Jumped...... 