Quarantine Life: In the beginning...
Apr. 12th, 2020 08:44 amI've been feeling like I need to keep a record of this time in my life, so I don't forget later.
Odd that to do this I had to have a long thought about platforms. Twitter is too disjointed. Tumblr too visual. Facebook, too... Facebook.
So here I am, back on a platform I'm not sure anyone uses anymore, but why not? This is more for me than anything else.
A History...
When I think about the start of the pandemic, I think, why did I make the choices I made? But the answer of course is that it never occurred to me that life as we knew it was about to change.
I work from home, and have for years. Occasionally I travel to client sites, maybe 2 or 3 times a year, but otherwise I have my home office set up in a corner of our living room. My husband works as a developer for a tech consulting company, and has been on assignment with a client in Jacksonville Florida since right after our wedding at the end of May last year. He drives down on Sundays, and back on Thursdays, and I miss him when he's gone but we've got our routine down now. We live in a one bedroom condo in a walkable part of Atlanta, with an open concept living room/kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom I've been dreaming of renovating since we bought the place almost 3 years ago.
Dreaming and saving, because that's what I do. Last fall, I decided we'd saved enough, and I started shopping around, getting quotes from contractors and then the vanity I wanted was on Black Friday sales, so then we had a vanity in our living room so this was happening. It took through Christmas to settle on vendors - one contractor, one plumber, one electrician, because we had to meet the rules of our condo for those areas. Then I changed my mind on the contractor so that took some time but by early February we had a plan, a three-week hole in my travel schedule that would accommodate the work being done, and a new bathroom's worth of parts and furniture sitting in the living room.
It's not that I wasn't paying attention to the news. Believe me, I pay TOO much attention to the news. I knew about the lockdown in China; I knew there was a man in Seattle that had it. I knew about the outbreak at the South Korean church, that Iranian parliament members were infected, that cases were growing exponentially in Italy.
On March 9, we tore out the one and only bathroom in our home.
Odd that to do this I had to have a long thought about platforms. Twitter is too disjointed. Tumblr too visual. Facebook, too... Facebook.
So here I am, back on a platform I'm not sure anyone uses anymore, but why not? This is more for me than anything else.
A History...
When I think about the start of the pandemic, I think, why did I make the choices I made? But the answer of course is that it never occurred to me that life as we knew it was about to change.
I work from home, and have for years. Occasionally I travel to client sites, maybe 2 or 3 times a year, but otherwise I have my home office set up in a corner of our living room. My husband works as a developer for a tech consulting company, and has been on assignment with a client in Jacksonville Florida since right after our wedding at the end of May last year. He drives down on Sundays, and back on Thursdays, and I miss him when he's gone but we've got our routine down now. We live in a one bedroom condo in a walkable part of Atlanta, with an open concept living room/kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom I've been dreaming of renovating since we bought the place almost 3 years ago.
Dreaming and saving, because that's what I do. Last fall, I decided we'd saved enough, and I started shopping around, getting quotes from contractors and then the vanity I wanted was on Black Friday sales, so then we had a vanity in our living room so this was happening. It took through Christmas to settle on vendors - one contractor, one plumber, one electrician, because we had to meet the rules of our condo for those areas. Then I changed my mind on the contractor so that took some time but by early February we had a plan, a three-week hole in my travel schedule that would accommodate the work being done, and a new bathroom's worth of parts and furniture sitting in the living room.
It's not that I wasn't paying attention to the news. Believe me, I pay TOO much attention to the news. I knew about the lockdown in China; I knew there was a man in Seattle that had it. I knew about the outbreak at the South Korean church, that Iranian parliament members were infected, that cases were growing exponentially in Italy.
On March 9, we tore out the one and only bathroom in our home.