Drowning my sorrows

I got out of the house this weekend.

Yes, I did!

I went on a run to BevMo to get more booze for the wet bar.

Turns out, during a pandemic, people are drinking more at home.

Go figure!

I resisted the urge to buy stock in virtually everything they offered.

Instead I bought a handle of vodka, gin and rum.

I also picked up some delicious Fever Tree Ginger Beer so I can make Moscow Mules.

Doesn’t a Moscow Mule sound delicious with all the hot weather we’ve been having?

I’m still trying to get the hang of social distancing.

I find myself getting close to people, too close some might say, by accident.

I just keep forgetting that I’m supposed to stay six feet away from another human being.

It’s because I don’t go out shopping that much.

I do a lot of shopping via DoorDash.

Groceries delivered right to your doorstep?

Perfect!

Why leave the house?

Well, I’m here to tell you that leaving the house improves my mental health.

No doubt about it.

Getting out a little improves my outlook on life and reduces the stress and strain I’ve been feeling about the pandemic.

Yes, life will go on.

And if it doesn’t, if we’re all stuck in this new reality, at least I can drown my sorrows in booze.

Worried

Sorry for the lack of posts recently.

Literally NOTHING has been going on so there’s been nothing to write about.

No parties.

No costumes.

No dates.

Just a whole lot of sitting at home and watching old episodes of The Blacklist and No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain.

I must admit, I liked No Reservations more before Tony died.

Now it just reminds me of a brilliant life cut short by suicide.

And speaking of brilliant lives cut short, the deaths of Naya Rivera from Glee and Kelly Preston have saddened me.

It feels like the world has gone a little lopsided and I miss the good old days before death was the news du jour.

Now you know why I haven’t been blogging.

I’m a little depressed lately.

There’s been little to cheer me up.

And why write and infect others with my pessimism and fear?

I’ll tell you what frightens me the most.

The idea of opening up schools BEFORE there’s a cure or a vaccine for Covid-19.

I DESPERATELY need a project to work on so I’m not left ruminating on all the things I’m worried about right now.

The only good news coming out of all this is that my family is well (so far).

We are all getting along (so far).

And pretty soon we will get to celebrate Duncan’s 21st birthday.

I’m holding on to the little things to cheer myself up.

It’s not perfect, but it’s something.

Mental Health

I just did a DEEP CLEAN of my bathroom and let me tell you this. . .

I am a beauty product HOARDER.

I’m not the only one in my family who does this.

My aunt and my kid are pretty good at stockpiling beauty products as well.

In the middle of a pandemic, more than anything now I think self-care is important.

Taking a ritual bath.

Relaxing in the shower.

Treating yourself to a mud mask.

Or even giving yourself a pedicure.

Suddenly the very simple seems very luxurious.

Elevated beyond its usual status.

California is closing down.

Again.

I for one am okay with this.

It doesn’t seem safe to be outside doing anything with anyone right now, given the resurgence of Covid-19 cases.

It seems frivolous to worry about self-care during times like these.

Now is the perfect opportunity to forgo shaving, dying my roots, and getting my toes painted.

No one is going to see me.

All my beauty products could simply go to waste and no one would be the wiser.

There are a lot more important things on people’s plates right now.

Health.

Survival.

The well-being of family and loved ones.

And that’s certainly foremost in my mind.

But since I’m having virtual dates in lieu of in-person dates, it seems to behoove me to stay abreast of my appearance.

And I can’t help but feel like it helps my outlook and psyche to maintain the rituals I’ve had for years.

Mental health is nothing to sneeze at.