On and On

What day is it?  No one knows.  Oh, my computer knows–4.12.20

The shelter in place has been extended, the Plough has a go-fund-me site, and raised $30,000 to keep from going under.

I secured a slightly-used sketchbook Art had as a travel journal while on tour with Those Darn Accordions, and then abandoned.  The art stores are closed, and I have not ventured out to the one possible stationers that might be open, and I do not like to shop online if there are Options.  So, drawing over partial pages, then writing, writing, writing.

Parks and beaches and campgrounds are also closed, so there goes my spring camping trip.

Trying not to get caught up in the madness, making polenta and stews on the woodstove, sitting for hours with a warm cat on my lap, reading.

Moving art supplies back and forth, I am getting an idea of where things work.  I am firmly established in the Roofing House, since two incidents where it was made known to locals that it is my art studio–particularly the day the tree fell while I was there, and Ian happened by with a chainsaw and cut it all away.

Art and I ventured out to Joanie’s house in Richmond for music and food and an artichoke plant, and an avocado tree, seedlings from her childhood home in Hayward.  We are working up some tunes of hers with me singing lead.  We also stopped at Annie’s Annuals, I got two blueberry bushes, peppers, onions, to plant in Canyon.

The novelty has worn off–we would have been at the end of this strange confinement by now, which has been extended  .  .  .  The Plough is in danger of not reopening.  Caffe Chiave- most small businesses and venues are closed indefinitely.  Honestly, I am ambivalent, but like, YAY!  I don’t ever need to go back to the Lost Hippy Hour, or some of these gardening jobs..  Schedules!  I’m done!  Shopping is disturbing, people are rattled, clerks feel endangered, the protocol is curious, confusing, changes daily, and from store to store.

Just before it all closed down, Art had suggested we go to a movie.  The next day, I drove by the Shattuck Theater to see the marquee blank.  We have taken to watching Youtube videos of black and white movies at night, usually with buttered popcorn.  Life is good.