Day 32 - Los Angeles lifts its vaccine mandate. A vax card is no longer needed.
I saw this play today…
B. and I ate lunch at The Smokehouse…
5/1/22. Sunday
8:00-10:00-I’m up and I go immediately to my chair and write several blog posts. I’m using the “Eat that frog” approach (look it up).
10:00-11:05-I report to my office and upload four blog posts; then
- I do class maintenance for my online class at College No. 2. I respond to a student and post an Announcement to the Home Page on Canvas, reminding the students that there are two assignments due by midnight. I also send an email blast.
11:30-1:00 - Shower. I sit in the shower, drink my coffee, and ice my eyes. Lotion. I curl my hair. Full make-up. I wear a maxi-dress but it doesn’t look much like “Sexy Librarian” attire. In fact, I’m starting to re-think this as a clothing category that I’m ascribing to…pencil skirts, tight tops, and stiletto heels, which is what I associate with a “Sexy Librarian”, is not at all what I’m drawn to when looking at, or purchasing clothes. I will have to revisit this fashion category that I have chosen for myself…it’s not me.
1:00-2:00-B. picks me up and we drive to The Main - our local theater - to see The Amish Project. I have a pear spritzer and B. has a Chardonnay.
2:00-3:30 - The play is good! It’s the first local theatre I’ve been in for two years. This is a black box theatre so I’m really uncomfortable because it’s so small. Nobody is masked and people in the audience are coughing! However, the air conditioner never stops running and I feel less stressed due to the continuous circulating air. I’m clinging to the [false??] belief that due to my January Omicron infection, my antibody count is still high enough to protect me from the newest variant (BA2.12.1)
The play covers some heavy material and addresses the mass shooting that occurred on October 2, 2006, at an Amish, one-room schoolhouse, in the Old Order Amish community of Nickel Mines, a village in Bart Township, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. This white, male loser [I won’t cite his name because I don’t want to perpetuate his legacy as I hope he rots in hell] arrived in a pick-up truck, took hostages and shot ten girls (aged 6–13), killing five, before committing suicide in the schoolhouse. The emphasis on forgiveness and reconciliation in the Amish community was widely discussed in the national media after the shooting.
This is a church production and professionally done - I was pleasantly surprised! But the main reason I wanted to see the play is the fact that “Candy”, the coordinator for my Striders (walking) group, sewed several of the costumes. On occasion, she volunteers as a seamstress when her church is putting on a performance. I had originally decided to go alone, but when I mentioned the play to B., he said he was interested, so I bought two tickets instead of one.
3:30-5:00 - After the play, B. and I walk across the street to The Smokehouse, a barbecue joint. I have pulled pork sliders topped with coleslaw, a macaroni and cheese side, and 2 small beers. The food is EXCELLENT! and there is nothing left. After being in that cramped theater for 90 minutes, I don’t want to sit inside and the live “honky-tonk” music is blaring anyway. It’s so loud that B. and I still can’t hear each other outside…thank goodness we’re not sitting inside. Apparently, they have live music every Sunday. Note to self: never eat at The Smokehouse on a Sunday.
5:00-6:00-We drive back to B.s house and I am suddenly overcome with fatigue and just want to lie down. Long Covid? However, B. just purchased new bedding and I don’t want to get it dirty by lying on it in my street clothes, so I don’t ask.
6:00-8:30-B. and I watch three episodes of The Thing About Pam and then he drives me home.
8:30-9:30 - B. comes in and we watch the 3rd episode of Bad Vegan. B. Leaves.
I hear the garage door open and L. return from wherever, but I’m too exhausted to say hello. Glad she’s home safe.
9:30-10:30 -Nighttime routine and I listen to Crime Junkie, before collapsing into bed.