I wish I had coined that phrase. It would make this so much more interesting. I could talk about how I inspired others to come together during this time of great "What the actual hell is going on here" and created a real sense of unity.
But. I didn't. What a(nother) letdown.
Speaking of letdowns...how about April? My favorite day of the year is coming up and I'm not even excited about it anymore because there is no baseball. What is my favorite day, you ask? No, it's not my birthday or any day of real significance. It's April 15. (Note that I said it is NOT a day of significance. Celebrating taxes is not my idea of a good time.).
April 15 is Jackie Robinson day, where every player wears 42 on his jersey in honor of Jackie Robinson and the amazing contributions he made to the game of baseball as a black man who busted through the barriers into a predominantly white men's league. 42 is my favorite number (camping story...so good!) and seeing all of those men wearing baseball pants AND my favorite number on their backs?
This girl's dream would be to run around the field like that meme of the girl during the College World Series where she runs around grabbing all of the guys' butts? Or on Fever Pitch where Drew Barrymore runs across the field to Jimmy Fallon? Oh, how glorious that would be.
Sigh.
Today I got super productive and I have no idea why. Actually, I'm a liar. I know exactly why. My landlord scheduled a showing of my condo on Thursday. You know, during the time where it's most important for us to stay indoors and practice social distancing but I'm sure it's great. They probably won't lick all the doorknobs or anything but I don't know what they do in their spare time when nobody's looking. Or licking.
I started grading stuff for the new grading period because I didn't want to pack boxes. Then I called my mom and asked her to come supervise me to hold me accountable for packing up my house. She and I have been around each other the entire time but also separate. I'm her person for groceries and stuff and I thought she might want a change of scenery so she came over and while I went to buy more boxes.
Buying boxes. Sheesh, that's damn expensive. Why don't they just appear out of thin air or something? Or why can't I snap my fingers like Mary Poppins and make stuff happen? That would be so incredible. It would be so productive. I could do so many more things!
Anyway, I packed up most of the kitchen while she supervised and then we reorganized the living room boxes to create a sense of pathway/openness/someone's been living here for a month without leaving but she's trying, damnit.
I hope it was successful.
But, man, I rode that wave for as long as I could. I came upstairs with a renewed sense of purpose and ran a couple of loads of laundry while I packed my entire closet. The only things left are a few of my spirit wear t-shirts (in hopes we return...yeah, I know), and a rotation of t-shirts, Nike shorts, and yoga pants...and my Nike collection because that would require another box from downstairs and I've literally been a packing machine since 4:00. It's 11:37, OU still sucks, and I am exhausted.
BUT. The good news is I'm probably 70% packed. Now I just have to sell a few furniture items, which should be a breeze in AN EFFING PANDEMIC. I still have to take stuff off the walls and clean up the bathrooms (worst. task. ever.) and get rid of all the clutter. I'm not quite to the point where I just want to burn it all or throw it all away but it's coming.
That's my "favorite" part about moving.
Equally favorite part of my day today? Today I held a Zoom meeting to discuss my the type of question my kids will have to answer on their AP exam. I have 110 of those guys. 8 showed up. Only 1 asked questions.
What could possibly go wrong?
Send help! (And cute movers!)
Aubs
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