To my horror, I just realized I haven’t written in over nine months and it turns out that some important stuff has happened and I should probably write it down.
Keto success (per the previous post) was indeed a high point of 2019. As happens, some of the weight has come back recently thanks to working at home and barely moving around much anymore, so I’m doing a little better at a low-carb way of eating. Starting today. Because we made Chicago-style hot dogs last night and I’m sorry but who can’t eat a ton of them? Or in my case, three.
The job offer I accepted back in July ’19 has worked out swimmingly, I’m still there. It’s client work, so there’s a lot of jumping to new projects thanks to ending contracts and shifting needs. This meant that I wasn’t getting an end-to-end experience building sites for clients and that was frustrating. However, it turns out that I have a manager who is truly great as a person, not just a good manager, and I’m counting my blessings. Unfortunately, the experiences I’ve had in our new city hold true with each place I’ve worked since we’ve come here: Friendly but not welcoming. The company was purchased by the major corporation I work for years before I got there, but only my manager and I are the New Kids. Rather than roll out a red carpet, they took up the rope ladder, if you get my meaning. It’s been really difficult breaking into their tight-knit group and I’ve mostly just given up. It’s very tribal and if they didn’t already know you, they don’t really want to. But whatever, they’re stuck with me so either be friendly or don’t, it doesn’t affect the work.
Recently however, I interviewed and accepted the offer for a position within the company that is doing work for the company instead of for outside clients. It has changed the game. This team, unlike my home team, is friendly, welcoming, so brilliant at what they do, and have made me feel like one of them straight away. The temporary gig is meant to expire at the new year but I’m going to try my hardest to stay on permanently, fingers crossed.
Last Thanksgiving was a bit of a fray. We intended to fly to our home city and then rent a car to drive up to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to visit my in-laws. The week leading up, they were due to get “some bad weather” which turned into a full-blown blizzard by mid-week, so we flew in, rented a car, and spent the weekend with my family outside Chicago instead. It was fine, but sad we couldn’t get to the UP. We stayed home for Christmas, which is always preferred, and midway through January took a vacation to Walt Disney World where I hadn’t been since before Epcot was built (gulp) and D had never been. We had an amazing week with time spent in Star Wars land being the biggest highlight by far. Truly, it was wonderful.
Then, about three days after arriving back home, we caught what we firmly believe was COVID-19. We had all the symptoms and since it wasn’t common stateside yet, couldn’t be tested for it. Instead, they tested us for both kinds of flu, strep, and ultimately shrugged then sent us home with an inhaler and some antibiotics. D had it a little worse and got a nebulizer treatment which we now have learned was a huge mistake, it likely sent all those germs airborne for whoever to pick up after he left the room.
We were sick for about a week or so, then slowly got over it. I still feel a little winded after lots of stairs but it could also be because I’m in worse shape than I was before lockdown. We voluntarily quarantined ourselves thinking it was a flu, and I’m glad we did. Our antibody tests came back negative, which they now believe is common for most people who had it and thus there is no way to know if we in fact, did. We’ve been masking up and staying in for the most part, and avoiding any and all unmasked crowds, since our state is one that is seeing an uptick and we want no part of that.
The stir crazy is setting in, I can’t lie to you. We moved house about two days after the lockdown order came in and fortunately, wound up with some fantastic neighbors who we see several times a week for cooking out or porch drinks and that has been a saving grace. We have two other couples we see at least once a month or more as well, so we aren’t completely in a cave but I have been feeling that way more and more lately.
I’m still sewing, still trying to work my way through a stupid full bust adjustment and feeling like I’m failing. Then I look at all these great dress patterns I have, the fabric, and I realize I have nowhere to wear these so I pretty much just stop shortly after I’ve begun. If this is how it’ll be for the next six months, I’m afraid of where our collective happiness will be as a society. The grocery store is a gauntlet enough as it is with half masks, half no masks, half poorly-worn masks, and people just in general being awful to each other over this whole thing.
We booked a trip to New Orleans back in May, hoping it would be cleared up by October when we scheduled to go but considering how difficult it is for people to contain themselves and stop the spread, it’s likely not happening. Southwest unfortunately changed our flight from four hours and one stop each leg, to seven hours with two stops. I cancelled the flight (but when I tried to re-book it using our credit, it came in $150 cheaper but then I was told to make up that $150 to book… so I did not). We’re keeping the AirB&B booked in case something changes, but it’s not looking good.
I finally watched Hamilton, twice so far, and while it’s cheeseball Broadway musical in parts, I get why it’s seminal and everyone should watch it at least once.
The dogs are happy and healthy for the most part, Fred’s eyesight is getting worse over time and he’s slower to jump up or down, but he’s hanging in there just fine. Ramona has a new daycare she seems to love and they love her, which is all we can hope for. Our new place had a fence installed so they are loving life off-leash. It’s interesting to watch how they choose the spots they poop in, now that we’re not guiding them anywhere. And to see Fred chase D and Ramona around the yard is amazing, we’ve had him for five years and he keeps surprising us when his puppy self comes out. Shih Tzus are not active dogs, like, at all, so the running is brief but adorable. Soon though, they just want us on the couch so they can rest in true comfort.
Well, that’s the Cliff’s Notes version of 2020 so far, and I’m making a vow to do better with my updates as time passes.