It started out a little off kilter as I missed a calendar alert to be in on a Zoom meeting with some of my cohort and my committee chair and the TA to my Methods class.
Thankfully I was up and puttering around and making breakfast when I noticed the incoming email from the TA as a reminder to get the call.
Shit!
Fortunately I was only two minutes late.
I have had homework on the back burner this week.
It’s time to move it up front.
I have a draft of a large, very important paper due in tomorrow for this class.
I am so grateful that last week, before all the crazy shelter in place hit, I worked a lot on the paper and really turned in a polished draft to my peer reviewers.
Who did not really review it.
Guys!
Ugh.
Granted both my reviewers said it looked great and they both said, “Wow!” so that was nice, but no comments, no questions, no observations about how to make it stronger.
I know my TA, she is going to find something and kick my ass and make me do a bunch of rewriting.
Which is fine, but I also don’t want to send in a draft that I have not laid eyes on in a week.
Tomorrow I throw myself back into school mode.
I have to.
I actually will have a fairly busy week this week.
I have 22 client sessions, meetings (FaceTime) with three sponsees, and homework due for all three of my classes.
I’m not super stoked for shelter in place, but I am not going to have any issues filling the time.
I’m actually a bit happy to be back here blogging on the daily again.
It feels real nice.
Really, really nice.
I have missed it.
The processing my day at the end of the day while I listen to music.
I have definitely been listening to lots of music and taking dance breaks to move my body around.
Which I needed to today after making my way out into the world.
I helped a friend out who doesn’t have a car and ran her to get groceries and supplies.
On my way I drove past Ocean Beach.
And that was when I got pissed.
There were so many people at the beach!
What the fuck people.
SERIOUSLY.
This is not a fucking tornado drill.
Get your dumb asses off the beach.
Get your GROUPS OF PEOPLE the fuck home.
I LIVE HERE!
This is my neighborhood.
A few days ago I was making my way to the beach and thought there were going to be days of long, quiet walks around the neighborhood.
Then yesterday I noticed a really big up tick in the number of people there and today, fuck.
It actually freaked me out.
I live in a quiet residential neighborhood, but when it’s nice in the city the beach gets packed.
Today was nice.
Yeah.
It wasn’t as packed as say a regular Saturday with nice weather, but it really was overcrowded considering the situation.
I wanted to yell out my window, “go the fuck home.”
My friend in Spain told me that she can only go outside to walk to the grocery store, no where else.
And.
That all the beaches are closed.
All of them.
I sort of want that now.
I really thought to myself, I should call the fucking cops.
I should tip off the news.
I should mind my own business.
I cannot afford to get worked up over this.
And I can be the change I want to see.
I can avoid the beach.
There are other places I can walk to be outside.
I can also sit out on my deck and get outside time that way.
So.
That’s what I did today.
And a lot of dancing, which felt really good.
Tomorrow I need to stay on schedule, get up, shower, be mindful and do my morning routine, do some writing, go to the laundry mat (ugh, my one thing about my current situation that I just do not like, I have no laundry here that I can access, I have to go to a laundry mat, but I won’t sit inside the mat, I will walk while my laundry is washing and drying), Facetime sessions with lady bugs, then work on that paper.
And walks away from the beach for a little while.
It’s not worth getting angry about.
I need to stay calm, cool, collected
I have, and I am lucky to have it, a busy week ahead.
Be in good health and take gentle care.
And.
Avoid the beach.
Seriously.
Auntiebubba 