Report by Trentin Quarantino
Breaking news today is that masks have to be worn in stores and anywhere else someone might be working, not just on public transport. We're both too tired to really be bothered going out when we wake up though - no forest trip today - especially after Harley had more crap dreams about work last night.
I'm not sure I'll ever forgive myself for suggesting she take a job where I work - I've been there for so long that I barely register the bullshit and crap management these days, but for her as a new hire it was a different story. And now they've broken her with their fuckwit-ery.
Bastards.
After a while I decide to head out alone to go and get some much needed supplies - with the most important thing being WD-40 to fix a squeaky bedroom door - more on that later. On venturing outside I can see that the huge majority of people are now wearing masks at all times, even in cars, but I keep mine off until I get to the store.
I get most of the things I need, then take a bus to another place to pick up food for our hedgehog and some Bun Cha for lunch. By the time I get home my ears are hurting from the mask straps - first world problems I guess.
By lunchtime it's been announced that from tomorrow masks must be worn at all times when outside your home, which I guess technically means even in the forests. Well that's not going to happen - my ears would probably drop off after a few hours. We'll work out some way of covering mouth and nose quickly when we get close to other people and that should do - it's not like we can be fined from a distance anyway!
It's also announced that from tomorrow all stores will be exclusively for old people between 10am and 12 noon - I guess this is so they can continue to walk around mask-less. Unlike the rest of us trying to protect them.
I spend the afternoon reading The Stand by Stephen King, because reading about a fictional global pandemic in the middle of an actual global pandemic is just how I roll, while Harley spends the afternoon making a pair of shoes for one of her friends from her magic box of materials. I swear there's nothing that girl cannot make, she's so unlike me. The only thing I make today is a nuisance of myself when I try to fix the squeaky door and accidentally spray WD-40 on the wall instead.
I'm an idiot.
I consider cooking, but as Harley is happy with eating the Bun Cha I got for lunch for dinner - I really wish she'd eat more often, but stress from work bullshit has messed up her appetite, I settle for finishing off the duck from yesterday. Which makes me wish I had another duck lying around. I guess I can get another once I make some space in the fridge for it by cooking tomorrow - the advantage of living in a country where panic buying isn't a thing is a complete lack of stress about whether I can get the food I want tomorrow.
By the time we've eaten it's getting late, so after posting the day's update here we settle down to watch one of my favourite chill-out Youtube channels, which is basically three guys in Australia taking advantage of having the keys to a gravity test center by throwing all manner of things off a massive tower to see what happens - it's much funnier than the summary probably suggests in fairness.
And then, sleep. And hopefully nature tomorrow, where we'll try not to be fined for not wearing masks around trees...
Additional reporting by Harley Quarantinova
Woke up vigilant and ready to defend myself. Still expecting the manager from my dream to jump out of somewhere and continue trying to punish me because I failed to commit suicide. My dreams are fucked up.
So are the people outside making that weird noise. It really pissed me off to see that even in this time of crisis it's deemed necessary to have people blow dry leaves off the few patches of grass in front of the house. Makes me angry, not just because it's loud but also because it's stupid. Nature has a way of making use of dead leaves, they decompose and help the soil retain moisture. I'm sure that in few weeks we'll be complaining about another season of extreme drought and lack of underground water.
Tried to calm myself down with a soothing bath but felt too restless and idle after few minutes. And stupid for wasting the water in vain. Need to think of some more silly things to do to occupy my mind and distract myself from all the world's problems.
Spent few hours on a call with my fellow mentally indisposed friend ranting about the world going sideways down lately and made an agreement. Let's work on helping each other out as much as possible, even when we're separated by 100+ kilometres of hostile infested ground. She misses wearing the shoes I used to make for her and myself, I miss her raw nut candy. So I reckon there will be two very precious packages travelling in opposite directions pretty soon.
I managed to find the leather she picked and the cutting pattern we designed together few years ago while still on phone with her so she got to be there when her new shoes were getting born.
It took me several hours to finish them, and I did so with a warm feeling of satisfaction and closeness despite the great distance between us and the long time we haven't had a chance to meet each other.
Trentin is sweet. He found some music I'd never heard before to play in the background of my creative concentration. It suited my mood, thoughts and feelings so perfectly that it was unbelievably nice to lose track of time and just let things happen. Sewing always makes me feel calm and focused. I'm sure I'll come up with plenty more stuff to make in the following days.
It's heartwarming to sit in the same room with my loved one and each do our own stuff. Seeing him sitting on the couch scribbling in his notebook made everything absolutely right. I love my man's writing and feel an almost sacred atmosphere around him when he's doing his magic. And from the look of respect in his eyes it seems to me he percieves my sewing the same way.
So it looks like we survived another of these days in a much better way than I expected. Still 2,5 hours to go though...
In that time I expect to have one more cigarette, finally eat the lunch Trentin brought home earlier, and watch some crazy Australian people throw things from a high tower.
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