Need to work on my boxing skills just Incase I get punches thrown at my punk-ass-face

Whitman county is now in phase 2 of the shutdown. Some businesses are opening at limited capacity. Most of Moscow is opened up and I don’t know if they are operating at a limited or normal capacity. I know that corona has been bad, and we might not yet have seen the worst of it, but I think it isn’t nearly as bad as we thought it might be. I say this as the USA closes in on 100k deaths. It should be around that number by the end of the week. Early on they expected 200k deaths by the end of this thing. I think that will still happen unfortunately. But it didn’t sweep through Pullman. The hysteria of mid to late March is now but a memory.

There is negative stigma around doing public things even though it has opened up. It’s been politicized unfortunately. It’s no long do what you want. It’s sort of “abide by the specific world of thought” or else you’re with the other guys. A classic case of “if you’re not with us, then you’re against us”

Also, maybe it’s my laissez- fair attitude about the world, but the impact of covid doesn’t seem to have swept over my life as much as I thought it would. I’m not one to get my nails done, or haircuts every 2 weeks, or go to bars or restaurants every day. It’s not ideal, but it could be worse.

The work week was a blur. Days stretch out, but weeks fly by. Sunday night I hit my funny bone so hard I called out of work on Monday. It hurt until maybe Thursday, never hit a nerve like that. Unpleasant. Did help Rachel kinda fix her moped on Thursday.

Skate park with chey becoming brave

Doing handstands. I could never do one but now it’s kinda my quarantine mission to get pretty solid at doing a handstand. In 30 mins I got way better than I thought I even could.

Saturday night- U of I put on a drive in movie. It was pretty fun I saw a lot of people I knew. The movie was Yesterday. It felt like we were 16-17 years old again to go do something like that. There was something nostalgic about the whole night.

We use Rachel’s fire pit too much now. We just show up and one day I have a feeling that Tom is gonna be mad about us being there and he’s gonna punch me in my punk-ass-face:

Stay livin’

Dingle

 Time is slow, life is now a new normal. The wave of anxiety and unknowns has come and gone.  I think we all expect the Rona virus to plague us and start killing people all over the place. No doubt it is still bad, but most everyone I know has let their guard down substantially. Dalton and Austin came over from the west side of Washington. Rachel let’s us within 6 feet of her. People are wearing masks less and less in public. Will these actions result in a rise in cases? It’s likely. But I think as a society we are fed up with being isolated and are willing to take some risk for something that has a low chance of mortality. There is no normal anymore, it will likely be years until the world returns to what it used to be. At what point will we go west and see our parents? Do we have a big family reunion? Thanksgiving? Christmas? 2021? When will vaccine be available? Will one ever be available? So many unknowns.

With the Rona taking up all headlines for the last couple months, there hasn’t been much to talk about outside of that. Even though I’m on a schedule with work, I still find it hard to track what day of the month it is. I think it’s because there are no events or anything planned out in advance. So I only really track what day of the week it is. It’s Tuesday. It’s May. But there are no plans in the future so I am not counting down the days to a specific day of the month. It’s weird, although I am sure it’s even more weird for people who aren’t working or who work remotely.

I haven’t had a lot on my mind as of late. Just because of uncertainty, I don’t really have any long term plans. If anything time is slowing down because it’s just living day to day now. There is no “we have plans in two weeks”. It’s funky to be like that. Having plans sounds pretty sweet to me now.
2020 was going to be a big year of plans. There were trips planned, people to meet, gatherings planned. It’s all been tossed out the window. People are looking to 2021 for hope. To me that’s seems such a waste, over 6 months just to get to January 2021. More realistically it could be 18 months until a vaccine is made. That’s the best case scenario as well. It does seem like a waste unless life can return to some sort of normalcy. I know I’m not going to wait 6 months, or wait till the middle of 2021, to keep on enjoying life. I don’t think I have stopped enjoying it from the very start of this new world.

And neither should you dear reader. Oh yes, I’m speaking to you.

Go for a swing

Give a piggyback ride

Gather round

Eat some tacos

Swing some more

Go skate 

Gather around some more

Find yourself a rocket ship

Sit next to a fire 

Smell some fresh cut grass

Stretch. Get naked and jump in a river. Get sunburned. Call your parents. Sing a song. Sing a whole book of songs. Do a FaceTime with too many people. Find some new music. Pet your animals. Adopt an animal. Listen to the birds. Make your bed. Sleep in. Wake up really early. Drink a bunch of water. Drink a bunch of wine. Do all of these things and you’ll be fine. Or do none of them. 

Hard to write about things when most days feel the same. But every day is different. I’m not in the same mood everyday, the same things don’t happen to me everyday. I should post more. I want to be posting maybe 3 days a week. See ya in a month

Stay ripppppin