After more than a month spent home, and a possibility that this will be my life for a couple more, I think it is only normal that I’m starting to have ideas related to this new lockdown routine…
So here are a couple of things I’ve considered doing, so far.
Become an influencer:
Since Chéri and I stopped going out, we’ve been working hard supporting local businesses. It is impressing how many producers have turned to free (or cheap) delivery services to keep selling their goodies. At least once a week, we order some stuff that quickly gets to our door, and we discover pastries, cheeses, meat products, wines (etc) made here in Québec. Unfortunately, I have very little readership in the Montréal area, so even if I shared all the amazing companies we’re dealing with, I wouldn’t make such a difference. Who knows, maybe I’ll work to reach more people in the area to spread the good adresses.
Do little good deeds:
Not that I don’t enjoy being kind already, but being confined is tickling my kind string. I am doing all kinds of cooking experiences, some that are successes, but that just won’t get eaten at home. (since neither Chéri nor I have a sweet tooth) So I thought about leaving my sweet home made gifts on neighbours’ porches, but I have a feeling they might have doubts about how safe the said unexpected deliveries were. On a different note, I have a neighbour that has a loose strap that produces a horrible noise whenever they start their car. I want to take an appointment for them at a local garage, and leave a note on their windshield saying ”Garage X is expecting you on (insert date and hour here), you’re welcome!”
Shave my head:
I don’t have beautiful hair… That’s probably the only thing I sometimes envy other women for. I have very thin hair, and I don’t really care about what people think about how I look. So I’m seriously thinking, ”why bother about taking care of something that doesn’t care about me?” I have a professional clipper at home, and a growing urge to give myself a bald head. Not in a Britney Spears way… Think Sinéad O’Connor instead. That would make wearing my Sia wig a lot easier. AND, I could eventually (when they get the right to open again) have something very Danishy tattooed on my head. I’m still thinking about this one.
Opening some sort of spa:
Shortly after the confinement, Chéri’s doctors decided to reduce his prednisone doseage. Significantly. Anyone dealing with sarcoidosis treatment will know that big changes in medication means unsuspected effects. Although Chéri’s health altogether hasn’t declined, he has started to have red itching spots all over his body, meaning that he is spending time 3 or 4 times a day in sepson salt baths to calm the itches. If we get through this, I might try to give my best ”kill the itch” tricks.
There certainly will be more to come. I don’t see ”normal life” coming back anytime soon.
Stay home, Lovelies… And stay safe 🙂