I also need several hours a week of no one talking to/at me. I miss my spa for multiple reasons.
(I love Mr. Loomycakes, but his monologue is not very internal.)
I'm super glad Tim is home, since he's higher-risk for Covid-19, but since we humans are complex creatures and can feel multiple, sometimes contradictory, things at the same time, I *also* might stab him. But somewhere non-fatal. MAYBE.
Timelies all!
Being in the house all the time wouldn't be so bad if it was just me and Gary, but adding the ADHD preschooler who frequently has meltdowns is a lot to deal with.
I've basically been practicing social isolation my whole life. This is my time.
Our next door neighbor has decided that the best pasttime for his isolation is chainsaw carving. I'm not making this up.
Oh no, ND! Even if he makes you a nice carving, not soothing at all.
He cut down a bunch of trees in his yard, and is apparently now carving the stumps into chairs, and other things. This has been going on for at least a week.
When I moved from my last house the new owner took down a mango tree that was probably near 100 years old. My former neighbor took some of the beautiful wood and made a bowl for me from it. It took months after the tree was felled, something to do with aging the wood or something. Bowl is super pretty though.
Same, DXM. It's like I've come home.
I have four roommates.
(And a bonus my-girlfriend-has-moved-in-for-the-quarantine-and-I-never-said-a-word roommate. At least she's stopped moving back and forth since she got furloughed.)
It's a good-sized house, but other than going for walks and the occasional food errand I haven't been alone in almost a month. It's making me a little crazy. At the risk of going full-hippie, I feel them around me all the time.