Day 100 ....
Jun. 24th, 2020 08:43 pm
One Hundred Days since the world changed completely for me. It's a different date for everyone, I think. And some share mine. Also I suck at counting, so it may be 101, who knows.
I got anxious and depressed today - which with my current hormonal fluctuations resulted in rage. So I took a walk at 4:54 pm. I would have been early, but I got distracted by my super's wife, and wore socks that kept coming off my feet, and sliding into the shoe.
Super's Wife (in a VERY thick polish accent...so thick I had to ask her to slow down because I could not understand what she was saying): You have a package. Three days. You can't leave for three days. Must pick up now!
Me: Eh, I wasn't expecting any packages. I have not ordered anything.
Super's Wife: It says your name and 3M. Must pick up. Or will be stolen. I call you to be nice. Man steal package last week - I tell you.
ME: Okay, I'll get the package today.
It turned out to be the toilet paper that I bought from Amazon in March from some Chinese supplier. It was supposed to come in April. It didn't. So I cancelled it for a refund and bought Quilted Northern instead. So I got the toilet paper and the refund. LOL! And they say the Universe doesn't have a sense of humor.
( Toilet Paper )
I now have enough toilet paper to last until 2021. In short, if I have to go under lockdown again, I won't have to worry about running out of toilet paper.
Me:Have a question for you regarding the electrical wiring people - is that all day and will I have access to my kitchen -
Super: All day. No access. They will seal you off into your living room. Bring food you need to eat, and water, etc into living room. No access.
Me: Kind of hard to do since the fridge is in the kitchen.
Super: You can be home or away, your choice.
Me: I'm working remotely from home -
Super: You no access to kitchen, they seal you off, they wear masks.
I got furious. This would not have been a problem if I was still commuting to and from work each day. They could do it when I was away, I wouldn't know about it. Now, not so much. Also, it would have been completed by now - it was going to be done in March.
It's the feeling of having no control over my world that is pissing me off.
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In other news, the Governors of NY, CT, and NJ, taking a page from the EU, have barred NY, NJ, and CT from South Carolina, Florida, Texas, Arizona, California, Arkansas, Alabama, Washington and North Carolina residents. If they visit the tri-state area, they must quarantine for fourteen days first. Kind of ironic, considering it was the exact opposite two months ago.
BTW - a lot of my family members and friends are in those states. Arizona has a lot of friends (Buffy fanboard ATPOBTVS and college friends), California - family and online friends, Arkansas (church friends), Alabama (online friend), Washington (close family friends), Florida (close family and friends), North Carolina (online friends), and South Carolina (my parents, and various online friends).
Oh well, at least my brother and his family are safe. Small favors.
I feel stuck. Trapped by this stupid thing. I can't do anything really. And I don't see an end in sight. And I'm furious at the people who appear to be able to go about their lives as if it's not a big deal. I feel like these people are gas-lighting me. So, I am absolutely no holds barred furious.
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So I took a two hour walk around Greenwood Cemetery. I walked into an area I never had walked into before - a new lake - Sylvan Lake, which is bigger than Valley lake, and surrounded by mausoleums. You die rich? You may get to be buried in a mausoleum around the lake. (Personally, I don't see the point. You're dead, you're not going to notice. Unless you are a zombie or vampire - and well, being stuck in a windowless mausoleum around a lake doesn't sound all that appealing to me. I think this is more for the people visiting the mausoleums than the dead themselves. People have some weird views on death.)

( Slyvan Lake photos of masoleums )
Ah, they are setting off the industrial scale fireworks again behind me. It's been happening every night between 9:30pm and 10pm, like clockwork. I'm kind of getting used to them. I don't see a point in raging about them - not a thing I can do. One guy requested the kids setting them off in his street stop - since it was 12:30 am, and his kids were trying to sleep. They apologized and did. He must have been very nice. To date, NYC residents have filed over a million 3-1-1 complaints.
If it weren't for my meditative walks around the cemetery, the ability to post these journal posts, and meditation each day - I'd go slowly insane.
I leave you with a clumsy picture of a family of geese eating grass on the side of the lake. Peaceful and undisturbed. Heaven must be coming back as Canadian Geese.
