Day 10 - California Reopening Plan - Phase 3
Protests are scheduled to occur in Santa Clarita at the four corners of McBean and SC is trending on Twitter. Curfew is at 6:00 p.m. tonight.
Riots in Santa Clarita???
8:00 - 8:30 - I’m awake, but I don’t really care. I take the dog out and let her lick my plate from last night (I had a piece of almond butter toast at the end of the evening). I go upstairs and back to bed.
11:00 - 4:00 - the helicopters wake me up. At 11:30, I get up, make my bed, and read a Money Diaries. Spoiler alert: the helicopters don’t stop until 6:00 and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind, listening to the constant whirring. I can’t drown them out, I can’t focus on any type of work. I never shower. I never get dressed.
I go downstairs and download the Promissory Note from Mr. Cooper, then email it to my HELOC bank. I drink my coffee, check personal email, and update my blog over the past few days. I have a piece of the apple cinnamon cake I made last week. I listen to Today Explained.
I check email from my high school students - another student said he will submit the extra credit essay. I field emails from my state job and prepare light correspondence. The helicopters whir on. I don’t know if they’re from media, military, sheriffs, or city. The dog is stressed out.
I check my email from my French literature class and see ‘Madame’ hasn’t graded my paper yet. I prepare a mea culpa for yesterday’s absence, explaining that my WiFi crashed and I had to miss class. Unlike MY students, I add that I completely understand and expect her to reduce my score because I was NOT there to present my paper. I listen to True Crime Garage.
L. goes to Starbucks and returns with a coffee. She also gets gas. While she is out and about, she notes that 400/500 people are at the four corners of McBean. I feel anxious about this. When I’m stressed out, carbs make me feel better. I pull out my bread maker and a box of bread mix that I bought for just this purpose in February, not knowing that the country would be in absolute chaos - I thought we would be only be suffering from a pandemic - and make ‘homemade’ bread.
I read the online news. I listen to A to B Organization and part of The Lively Show for something light.
5:00-6:00 - I do the dishes, clean the kitchen, and eat the rest of my salmon salad for dinner. The bread is finished and I have a piece with champagne. L. leaves to visit R. in the Starbucks line - unfortunately, he is scheduled to work during a protest/riot. Maybe looters need coffee, too??? L. returns right before the 6:00 curfew with an update: at 5:30, protesters are heading home and L. reports only 50 people remain at the 4 corners of McBean. At 6:00, miraculously, the helicopters stop.
6:00-8:30 - I read The Couple Next Door outside on my patio and it is blessedly quiet. I have more champagne. Today was a stressful day - I wasn’t sure if my community was going to burn…
8:30-10:00 - I log my expenditures for May, both in my budget assessment and spread sheet. I listen to Slates Political Gabfest. My one consolation today: the media is referring to Trump as “Bunker Boy.” L. and I have to decide on a new show for our evening TV - I’m not sure what we’ll pick…
10:30-12:00 - We settle on the Jeffrey Epstein: Filthy Rich documentary.