I live in Ohio . . . I work at the local Public Library . . . the library has been closed since March 18 . . . that makes today Day 17 of the Quarantine.
I work in the business office and am considered an “essential” employee and am lucky enough to work from home . . . I have a laptop, a mobile hotspot device and set up a work space in the basement in Prince Charming’s Ham Radio area (he called it his Ham Shack). It’s a little chilly so I bought an “office cardigan” and a little space heater to keep me warm in my new work space. Except for the whole “world health crisis” thing, life is pretty good . . .
With the trouble I have with my low level anxiety, I’m surprised that this hasn’t thrown me off the deep end. I’m not having any problems with stress or worry . . . I guess the whole “I’ve already faced my worst nightmare” thing has prepared me nicely for this new reality . . .
That being said . . . I do worry about my Mom’s health . . . she’s 85 and has some underlying health issues . . . I’m concerned about BIL #1’s health . . . he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s a couple of years ago . . . I’m worried about Baby Sister as she struggles with anxiety and is not doing well facing this crisis . . . but I’m confident we will get through this . . . we’re tough cookies.
I’m enjoying having time at home with the dogs. Millie is THRILLED that I’m home all the time because that means more cookies. Rocky is not thrilled. I’m home all the time which means that Millie is spending a lot more time out of her crate and BOTHERING him as he’s trying to nap.
There’s a zillion things I SHOULD be doing . . . cleaning . . . organizing . . . reading . . . working on my cross stitch projects . . . finding new recipes in my cookbooks . . . and I’m not doing any of that . . .
I’m walking the dogs and enjoying watching spring arrive in my little part of Ohio. I’m watching stupid TV shows and catching up on my soaps. I’m reading a lot of silly stuff on the internet . . . and some very serious stuff. My world stops at 2 pm every day for the Governor’s daily press conference . . . we call it “Wine With DeWine”!
Yes, the coronavirus stuff is serious. It’s scary. It’s a strange and scary new world we live in. But there are a few silver linings in those ugly black storm clouds.
I’m sitting at the computer in the kitchen checking my emails . . . and Rocky walks into the kitchen and puts his chin on my lap . . .
Rocky: Hey, Mom, can I ask you a question?
Me: Sure, Big Guy. Whatcha wanna know?
Rocky: Do you have the ‘rona?
Me: Oh, gosh, no, baby. I’m not sick. I’m just home because the Guy With the Glasses shut everything down and the library is closed for a little while.
Rocky: When will it open back up? When are you going back to work?
Me: Hard to say, Big Guy. Whenever the Guy With the Glasses says it’s okay to go back. Why?
Rocky: Because you being home is throwing off my schedule and Millie is bugging me ALL THE TIME when you’re in the basement and she’s stopping my naps.
Me: (giggling) Okay, honey, I’ll tell Gov. Dewine that he needs to get this shit figured out so I can go back to work soon.
Rocky: (leaving the room and shouting at Millie) Millie! Mom said you have to leave me alone so I can nap!
These two are killing me . . .
HI!! I’M MILLIE!! HAPPY TO MEET YOU!! DO YOU HAVE A COOKIE FOR ME!! (SORRY, MOMMY DOESN’T LIKE ME TO BEG BUT A GIRL’S GOTTA TRY!!)
MOMMY SAID I COULD WRITE ON HER COMPUTER!! THIS IS FUN!!
MOMMY HAS BEEN HOME ALL DAY FOR SO MANY DAYS!! LIKE WHEN SHE’S ON ‘CATION BUT BETTER BECAUSE IT’S LONGER THAN ‘CATION!! AND SHE WILL BE HOME FOR LOTS MORE DAYS!!
WE HAVEN’T GONE ON TOO MANY WALKS BECAUSE THE WEATHER IS YUCKY!! AND ROCKY DOESN’T LIKE TO WALK IN YUCKY WEATHER!! COZ HE’S OLDER AND HIS BONES HURT!! SO WE STAY HOME AND SNUGGLE ON OUR BEDS AND WATCH TV WITH MOMMY!!
WE LIKE TO WATCH TV EXCEPT FOR WHEN THAT ONE GUY WITH THE GLASSES COMES ON WITH THE LADY IN THE WHITE COAT AND STOPS MOMMY’S SHOWS!! SHE DOESN’T LIKE WHEN THAT GUY STOPS HER SHOWS!!
TODAY MOMMY SAID SHE HAD TO GO TO WORK BUT SHE WAS REALLY IN THE BASEMENT!! WE SAW HER GO IN THE BASEMENT AND WE COULD HEAR HER AND SHE WAS THERE FOREVER!!! WE WAITED IN THE KITCHEN SO WE COULD BE SURE SHE WAS OKAY DOWN THERE!! WE DON’T GO IN THE BASEMENT BECAUSE IT’S SCARY!!
MOMMY SAYS WE HAVE TO HAVE A ROUTINE BECAUSE ALL THIS LOUNGING IS NOT GOOD FOR ANY OF US!! WONDER WHAT MOMMY HAS PLANNED FOR US??!! HOPE IT’S MORE WALKS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD!!
OKAY I GOTTA GO NOW!! NEIGHBOR MIKE IS OUTSIDE AND HE HAS TREATS FOR US!!
SEE YA LATER!!
My little part of Ohio is shut down for the forseeable future.
No movie theatres. No shopping . . . unless it’s for groceries. No eating out. No sports. Lots of stuff shut down, postponed, cancelled . . .
Starting next week, I’m working from home two days a week and working a 4 hour shift at work . . .
I’m looking forward to spending a lot of quality time with Millie and Rocky . . . Millie and Rocky are pretty excited about it . . . I’m excited about it too . .
Since I’ll have all this time on my hands and I need to keep Millie busy while I attempt to get some work done . . . I promised her that she could do some guest blog posting . . . she’s so excited that she’s chasing Rocky through the house . . . I’m probably gonna regret this.
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya . . .
The Coronavirus has hit my little part of Ohio . . . almost everything is shut down . . . starting to look like a ghost town around here . . . and not a roll of TP or a can of vegetables to be found anywhere . . .
I’m fine . . . my family is fine . . . I have plenty of supplies to last a couple of weeks. Yes, I was caught a little unprepared and I swear I can hear Prince Charming’s laughing at me for not taking his “prep for anything” lectures seriously. Right now my biggest worry (besides worrying that my mom might get sick) is “will I have enough green beans to feed Millie?” and “why the heck can’t I find any canned green beans anywhere?” . . .
The Public Library where I work has closed until early April. Once the schools closed, the kids were coming into the library to hang out during the day. And since we couldn’t keep the kids away . . . and since we have several staff members who are part of the “high risk” group . . . the Director decided it was best to “shut ‘er down”.
Even though the library is closed to the public, there is still work that can be done and most of the staff will be able to work partial hours at full pay during the shut down. I work in the business office and was offered the opportunity to work from home. For the next couple of weeks, I have to work four 4 hour shifts. Two days a week at home, and two days a week at the office . . . I won’t have to work on Fridays!! The library provided a laptop and a mobile hotspot to use as an internet connection . . . I just needed to find a spot to convert into an “office” for the duration . . .
So that’s what I did today . . . converted Prince Charming’s “Ham Shack” in the basement into my new “office” . . . and it broke my heart to tear apart all his ham radio equipment and put it away someplace safe . . . because . . .
And now that I have an organized work space . . . I need to clear out the clutter in the rest of the basement . . . and maybe tackle the spring cleaning . . . and . . . and . . . and
If nothing else, it’s going to be interesting . . .
I survived The Haigs with very little incident . . .
Haig 1 realized he’d over stepped his bounds and made himself scarce for the rest of the week that The Director and The Fiscal Officer were gone. Although he did cruise the hallway in the Admin Wing pretty frequently he never ventured into The Business Office again . . .
Haig 2 was sick the first two days of the week and kept to her own office when she was at work because we told her we didn’t want her germs . . .
Life was good . . .
End of Month processing went smoothly . . .
Preparations for the upcoming State Audit have been relatively uneventful . . .
Then . . . the shit hit the fan . . .
Coronavirus hysteria hit my little part of Ohio . . . it hit the entire state . . . and ALL the Haigs are expressing opinions. . . spreading rumors . . . stirring the pot and causing chaos. Life is not good . . .
I am safe. I have plenty of food, water and necessities for the next couple of weeks. My family is safe and they’re all healthy. There are no reported cases in my little county. Just about every library in the state has closed or will be by the first part of next week. The Director is trying to balance the best interest of the patrons and the best interests of the staff . . . and it’s not a job for the faint of heart . . . right now it’s more a matter of “when” we will close and not “if” we will close . . .
Right now my biggest concern is keeping my regular level of every day anxiety from flying off the charts with the “what if” scenarios and “am I prepared enough” second guessing discussions with myself . . .
I’m half tempted to tell the fates “I’ve been through way worse than this . . . is this all you’ve got?” but I know better . . .
Hang on, y’all. We’re in for a bumpy ride . . .
313 weeks and 6 days . . .
72 months and 6 days . . .
6 years and 6 days . . .
It seems like he’s been gone forever . . .
It seems like he just left yesterday . . .
Rocky sometimes sits at the top of the stairs when we go to bed thinking that Daddy might come home in the middle of the night and he doesn’t want to miss him . . .
I still expect to see his car sitting on the street in front of The Little House when I come home from work . . .
There are three grandchildren that he’s never even met . . . but they are so much like him that we are sure he’s “seen” them somehow . . .
This year the anniversary of “the day” was on a Monday . . . and it was the Martin Luther King holiday . . . and I DREADED the day so much I took the day off from work expecting to stay at home . . . in bed . . . under the covers . . . wishing the day away . . .
But I got a beautiful invitation from my dear niece to go to lunch and go shoppping . . . how could I say no . . . so I got to spend the day with two of my nieces and my mom . . . shopping and laughing and enjoying the day . . .
The third week of January is still a rough week for me . . . and I’ll always dread January 20 . . . but for once it didn’t totally suck . . . maybe there’s hope for me yet.