Happy birthday Colin!!!

Twenty-three years ago, in the middle of a thunderstorm, I gave birth to a chubby 9lbs 11oz baby who looked remarkably like Winston Churchill. I resisted a sudden urge to name him Winston (probably for the best) and named him Colin. Time went on, as it does, and he grew and continued to grow quite a bit beyond what I thought was necessary. He thought his height was great and proceeded to call me his “pocket sized Mom”.

When you get right down to it you go into the hospital and, after a lot of pushing and pain, you’re handed a baby. There’s all sorts of advice for what to do when they’re babies and toddlers and when they’re talking back in elementary school but a dearth of information on what happens once those babies are gone and moved out. I think today, going to Colin’s place, it really hit me that my children, the skippers on sidewalks and hunters of ladybugs, have well and truly left the nest and built homes of their owns. I’m so happy for them but I hope I’ll still have family dinners and visits for years to come.

Today was the first day visiting Colin at his new place, which is right out in the middle of nowhere, a very lovely nowhere by the way, I love what they did with the place. Colin was happy to see us and thoroughly enjoyed his lunch and his presents. As always, it was over too quickly but hopefully we can stay longer next time.

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Colin opening one of his presents. I believe this one was pjs

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Colin reading the card from me

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Colin and my parents

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Colin and I

Slogging through solitude…

Can Covid-19 pack it’s bags and go home now? I’ve whizzed through the whole series of Good Omens (and could really use a second season). Now I’ve started on the book. Colin’s lent me his DVD collection of Doctor Who and I’m up to The Library episode now. I’ll be sad when the 10th Doctor is gone. I like the 11th Doctor but the 10th holds a special place in my heart (up in the right ventricle). I’m playing Scrabble on Facebook and a quiz game. I’m also playing a word connect game on my phone. I go for several walks each week and bounce on my mini trampoline for 20 minutes at a time. Plus phone calls to friends and family. Rinse and repeat. It’s a lot but I want to do something new. I want to window shop… go on walks with my Mom… sing karaoke with my friends… have lunch in a little restaurant and try something new. I want Sunday family dinners. I want to get my eyes examined and go back to the gym again.

I’ve made this apartment a home with pictures, word art, and plenty of cats but sometimes it feels more like a cage. There’s so much I want to do. Meanwhile a microscopic virus is hemming us all in. So I wear a strawberry covered cloth mask and slap on hand sanitizer which shows me where every cut is. I follow taped arrows down store aisles and step on the grass to let strangers by on the sidewalk. I talk to my psychiatrist and case manager by phone instead of in person and try to ignore the fact that two buses will get me to my parents’ house. I can’t take those two buses there because social distancing.

And I practice my breathing and listen to music and watch hypnotic animations and go on websites with information that’s supposed to help anxiety and depression and I take my medication. And hopefully someday this will be over. I’m tired of being alone.

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Me and my strawberry mask

A matter of luck…

I sit here with homemade chocolate chip cookies beside me and I can’t help but reflect on how lucky I am. I’m in a brand new, spotless apartment with working appliances and tasty, clean water. My fridge and cupboards are full of healthy food (and the ingredients for junk food). I have plenty of books to read and unlimited high speed internet. There’s friends and family to call when I need to hear a human voice… specifically their voices. And I have five goofy and loveable cats to keep me entertained.

So many people have so much less. I think of Colin, who’s stuck in our old apartment with no one around and no internet. He wanders over to the community centre to sit outside and download videos via their wifi and he calls me (yesterday he called seven times) but that’s it. He should have just under three weeks left until he moves. That’s going to be so long for him.

The job loss rate around the world is staggering. I was full tonight after dinner and put my leftovers in the fridge. Meanwhile there are countless people counting their change and hoping to scrape together enough money for some food. Where are they going to find work with almost everything closed? They’re trapped in a situation not of their choosing and struggling, and sometimes failing, to make ends meet.

I just read an article which said that police are concerned because domestic violence charges are down when they know the incidents are going up. How many people are injured at home, without medical treatment, because they can’t get out and can’t even make a phone call? How do you get away from an abusive and possessive partner who’s now constantly at home, especially if you have children? My heart aches for those caught in a nightmare with no end in sight. I hope they survive this experience and manage to get away. Please stay strong and stay safe. Do what you can to survive.

Many of our Indigenous people live in substandard housing with no clean running water, expensive food, and no local health care. And now covid-19 has been thrown at them too. How are they supposed to survive when their situation was already deplorable? How are they supposed to take care of the sick with no fresh drinking water and holes in the walls? We need to do a lot more as a country to bring up their living environment. Their treatment is a black mark on the nation.

And I feel horrible for LGBTQIA people, especially teens and young adults, stuck in a home with unsupportive family. It must be hell on earth for trans people who are continually misgendered and misnamed by the people who are supposed to love and care for them and for people who hear regularly about how awful queer people are. There are celebrity ministers right now who claim gay people caused the covid-19 virus, even though it’s beginnings have been clearly established. Quite a few of the people who listen to and agree with those ministers have queer children at home. For all of you. You are loved, you are valued, you are important. This is horrible now… a nightmarish hell… but it will get better. You will break free. Just hold tight.

And here I sit in comfort, passing through the storm in a well stocked and weatherproof home. Lara stands beside me begging for (and receiving) pets. Pentatonix plays on YouTube, while my scented candles wreath the rooms with the aroma of lilacs. We are in the middle of the storm but hopefully, especially for those who are trapped, I hope it blows over soon.

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Isolation ideas…

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Part of my morning walk

I woke at sunrise then quickly hurried outside, breakfast in pocket. I met a handful of people, all on brisk walks just like me. We kept our distance, nodding or smiling as we passed. The birds sang cheerfully as I entered the woods. It’s not an easy path. There’s a couple of fairly rickety wooden bridges and the thigh high remains of a wall to scale. But the creek is lovely, the woods are beautiful, and the obstacles keep it quiet.

This is one of the ways I keep myself relatively sane during these days of isolation. I’m hoping I can share my ideas here and, if anyone has more, they can be shared in the comments in the hopes we can keep everyone happy and relatively sane during these days of covid-19.

One of my biggest ways of keeping myself amused is going on YouTube and selecting a playlist. They make them up relatively randomly of music you’ve listened to and similar music. Sometimes they get it right and others, well I just skip some songs. Or I’ll watch videos like The Dodo. The beginnings can be sad but there’s always a happy ending. And right now I need those happy endings.

I also go on YouTube and sing karaoke. Just find a song you enjoy and type karaoke at the end. You can either just sing along or record yourself on your phone. If you’re really feeling brave you can share it on Facebook or Instagram or wherever your little heart desires.

Social media keeps me entertained and informed these days, more Facebook than Instagram. I belong to a local group on Facebook and get information on the latest covid-19 stats plus tips on where to find toilet paper and Lysol wipes. So far finding yeast has been a total bust. What are people doing? Baking twenty-five loaves of bread a day? Eating it by the spoonful? Spreading it on toast? It’s even sold out at Shoppers Drug Mart. I made my own private group on Facebook as well. It’s nice to chat with friends.

I downloaded the Kobo app on my phone for free, which means I can buy books at 9pm in my pjs or when I’m bored in the middle of the afternoon. The app also remembers my page for me. I’m in the middle of an Anne Bishop novel now called “Wild Country” which I’ll probably reread since my memory stinks and I’ve lost track of half the names. If you’re looking for a book to read, I’ve got two available at a good price. Just click on my books tab and enjoy. They’re both easy reads and LGBTQ friendly.

On the days I just can’t concentrate enough to read but still want something to do, I play games. I’ve got two versions of Word Connect on my phone, one downloaded because they made it look like a different game and one I actually use. I also have a trivia game I play online with one friend and a scrabble game I play with another. There are so many options out there, just about everyone can find something they like.

And hobbies are amazing. I’ve been doing digital scrapbooking for years and, when I get enough interesting photos, I’ll throw together a layout. My latest was quarantine cooking because so many of us are making big dinners these days (myself included) and I’ve been photographing mine and sharing them on Facebook for dinner polls. One friend of mine has taken up watercolour painting and is doing an incredible job while another seems hellbent on supplying half of Canada with homemade face masks. She’s doing a great job too. My Mom’s been painting beautiful designs on rocks and my cousin and his wife are taking old furniture and re-purposing it. Their whole house is going be completely different by the time isolation is up and it’s going to look amazing.

So what have you been doing to keep yourself busy?

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And I think it’s going to rain today…

20200329_113041_hdrI woke to the sound of rain beating on my windows, a sound that’s a tad disconcerting considering the windows are right above my head, like the top of my head bangs the window sill if I inch too close up my pillow. I’ve spent the last eight years with my windows sheltered by balcony roofs so the sound of rain is no longer familiar.

I’ve still got a quarter of a Patricia Briggs book to read and my swing chair makes a cosy place to relax, especially on days like today. Then I’ve got to go grocery shopping later this afternoon. I don’t like leaving the house these days, it doesn’t feel safe, especially when I’m surrounded by a small crowd of people. But the cats need cat food so I’ll go. At least it’ll have stopped raining by then.

Colin’s discovered that the closed community centre right near his place still has internet and wifi so he’s been heading there daily to sit on a bench and download videos for that evening. I’m so glad he discovered that. I hated that he was sitting alone in his apartment with nothing to do and no one around. He was supposed to be safe in a group home with plenty of support, not sitting alone with no internet. Hopefully they’ll let him move on the next scheduled date. Even if he’s kept quarantined in his new apartment for two weeks it’ll be better than sitting by himself in Oshawa. He agrees. The days are stretching long for him with no end in sight.

I had a long chat with a friend right after lunch, which was nice. It wasn’t as good as seeing her face to face on one of our karaoke nights but it was a whole lot better than nothing. I need to get more phone numbers for friends and chat instead of Facebook messaging. And when this is over, I need to do a lot more face to face visiting. No more being “too busy”, friendship deserves time.

Well the rain has stopped early so it’s time to head out, douse myself in Purell, and hopefully not have to stand outside in line. The cat food awaits. Take care of yourself and stay safe! This virus is indiscriminate and the world will never have another you.

Social isolation stuff…

It’s hard being stuck inside day after day, only leaving occasionally for important chores like grocery shopping and picking up medicine. It’s been weeks already and they’re already talking about this taking months. Hopefully my birthday, at the end of July, won’t be just the cats and I. It’s my 50th birthday and I’d like to celebrate, preferably at the spa. Obviously health and safety take precedence but I’d like to unwind with family and celebrate.

Meanwhile we’re all scrambling to find things to do. I’ve been reading a fair bit. I just finished a book by Anne Bishop in her “The Others” series and am now reading a book by Patricia Briggs in her “Mercy Thompson” series. Both are so good. Colin’s lent me his Doctor Who CDs and I’m slowly rewatching the series. And I’ve been scrapbooking and cooking. Mmm… cooking…

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I’m having this tonight too

I’ve noticed that a few people have found my blog and are going through and reading a bunch of posts. Welcome and enjoy! We were using pseudonyms when I started writing back in 2013. Colin was Jeremy (which was the name Kait would have been if she was born male), Kait was Emma (which was the name Colin would have been if he was born female), and I was Michelle (a name Colin picked at random). Then, to make things confusing, Colin transitioned to female (not medically) and decided to go by Emma, meaning the blog has two people going by that name, albeit not at the same time. Hopefully that’s not too confusing. I’ve also updated the about section since it hadn’t been updated in a year.

There’s not too much more to say. I did my housework this morning and have alternated between a word game app, listening to music, going on Facebook, chatting with family, and reading. Now it’s time for a little more Facebook and some Doctor Who. I’m so glad I’m an introvert, I don’t know how all you extroverts are managing!

Stay healthy, stay safe, and take care!!!

Social distancing…

I lay down on my bed and Angel crept over from the other pillow, purring like a lawn mower. The first thing she did was try to stick her whole nostril, including nearby whiskers, into mine. Then she licked the inside of my left nostril and immediately licked my eyelid. I don’t think cats are good at this whole social distancing thing. That’s okay, I usually don’t want them to be good at it. I love waking up in the middle of the night to find five peacefully snoozing kitties around me. And I love having a cat curl in my lap. The whole nostril thing, not so much.

This social distancing means being social in another way. Online. I belong to a local group that lets people know where to find difficult items. There was a post this morning about Lysol wipes at Canadian Tire and Walmart. Of course I went to Canadian Tire first because it’s Canadian but, nope. I always bought them at Dollarama and they always had tonnes. Their stock can’t keep up with a pandemic. Walmart had both toilet paper and paper towel so I have paper towel now. I have disinfecting spray. That and paper towels will work. I have three senior cats. I need wipes. Love them dearly but they’re not always the cleanest.

So much has changed in the past few weeks. Plexiglass windows are being installed in front of cashiers and tape marks the safe distance to stand in line. No cash allowed either, even if it is washable. And there’s tables with hand sanitizer in the front of stores. People are staying farther apart than usual… usually. There are the people who decided to frolic in the 13C weather at Stanley Park last week, as if there wasn’t a pandemic.

I met the neighbour across the hall shortly after I moved in and we went for a nearby walk. Then the pandemic hit here and we’ve resorted to texting. I had a walking buddy too, the operative word being “had”. We keep in touch via Facebook messenger. It’s hard to keep 2m away from someone and walk with them at the same time. Sidewalks are not that wide.

20200324_154112-02My building is in lockdown. No visitors or guests and the superintendent is disinfecting five times a day. All the social rooms are closed too.

I want to see my parents. They left for the United States in February right after I moved in; I was still unpacking. They came home on March 10th and went right into social isolation. Then my Dad got tested for covid-19 (thankfully the results were negative). I want to make them a batch of curry and have them see my new place. I want to sit down and have a chat with them. And it hurts that I have no idea when I can. The virus hasn’t even peaked yet.

And it’s time to call my Mom then curl up and read my book… and we move one day closer to the end of this mess. Hopefully it’ll be soon.