A Self-Care Day!

It’s a self-care day. And I really don’t like taking self-care days because it implies that I not strong enough to handle what’s going on in the world, or at the least, in my life. But, hell, we are dealing with a pandemic…wildfires….hurricanes (I have family that live in Louisiana and Texas)…civil and political unrest. Gawd! If there was ever a time to take care of yourself, this is it!

I woke up this morning feeling blue….baby blue…cobalt blue (which happens to be my favorite color, but not emotionally)…midnight blue…..every shade of blue. But I got out of bed at 4:20 AM. Which seems to be my normal wake up time now…..I don’t know why….it’s not like I have cows to milk on the farm or anything. I fed the dog, made coffee, and had two cups: one with Southern Butter Pecan coffee cream and the second with Cinnanbon flavored - I do have my indulges! I tried writing my first draft of this entry – describing how I got in theatre, but I hated where it was going. So I walked the dog. I have to confess, I have a running conversation with Lizzie while I walk her….verbalizing her responses as well. She always has a great deal to day…..usually about how pretty and how sweet she is.

We got home after a long lively conversation. Usually Lizzie talks about herself, but occasionally she mentions how handsome and talented I am; she’s very good for my morale! Anyway, I texted Desert Rose Playhouse not to expect me. The new venue is looking fantastic….really, it’s going to be amazing. I’m so glad to be able to help! Then I had a mango screwdriver (no judgements please…..it’s my self-care day….and besides, what’s the difference between that and a bloody mary? And I didn’t have any bloody mary mix! Remind me to add that to the grocery list).

I went to the “Corner of Death” (please refer to my entry PLANT MURDERER for more info.) and replaced the withered cactus (Yes, I killed a cactus) with a large urn from the backyard. And now I’m sitting down writing this cockamamie (love that word!) blog entry.

So how exactly to I plan on spending my self-care day? Doing a laundry list of tasks! Which reminds me, I have to fold a load of laundry in the dryer right now. Oh, the glamour! You see, I don’t sit around the house eating chocolates (I wish I could, but I’d feel guilty afterwards). No, I plan out my day because I’m anal retentive and a Virgo!

Well, after this entry has been posted…I’ll tackle that laundry….and of course, I have to put it away, somewhat. I’m not that anal retentive…..I just pile my t-shirts on my dresser. I have fewer and fewer shirts…since I’m throwing some away….they get that permanent stinky odor…..if you sweat like I do, you know what I mean. I sweat during the day and while I sleep….cuz I have my own permanent fur coat (read A HAIRY SITUATION).

So….after folding the laundry, I’m going to do a little sunbathing (Yes, I know….skin cancer…but I like having a little bit of a tan)…so I’ll don one of my many speedos and lay (or it lie?) in the sun for a while…and imagine I’m in my twenties and a trophy cabana boy for some rich billionaire! Oh to be sexually objectified….as you get older, you appreciate it more and more). Afterward, I’ll soak in the pool a bit to cool off, and then get cleaned up. And as you get older, that takes longer and longer! Because shaving now involves your ears, nose and between your eyebrows. Why can’t hair grow as thick on my head?….Rogaine do your magic!

Anyhow, I need to make a run to Costco for a few items, like BLOODY MARY MIX! Remember when going to the grocery store was like running a marathon….get in and get out quick!? Then I’ll probably do some memorization to keep my brain active. I did a one man show eons ago in Chicago, and I’m re-memorizing the script. I figure one-person shows might be in demand as theatres slowly reopen following social distancing protocols. So, I’ll memorize for about an hour, and then take a nap. I usually nap at 3:00 because that’s when the hubby watches HOT BENCH and JUDGE JUDY. I really can’t bear to watch reality television shows (except, Chopped, Cupcake Wars and Halloween Wars – at least I pick up some cooking tips). But these court shows….well, I just can’t stomach them. I think they give the participants a fleeting since of fame and entitlement while airing their dirty laundry. And I firmly believe this acting out in public has led us to where we are today…with people refusing to wear masks. Ok, off my soapbox now.

Anyhow, once I wake up - really, I rarely go into a deep sleep – I’ll sprinkle a little fairy dust around the house to make it presentable since I have Timothy McIntosh aka Marina Mac coming over for a glass of wine, while we sit social distanced from each other. So, I really need to fluff the house a bit, which mainly involves some superficial dusting and rearranging the sofa pillows….hiding the dirty laundry (why is there always laundry?). It will be nice to dish with Tim/Marina, and get to know him better. Then dinner time, and maybe an evening soak in the tub or a bad horror movie.

Sorry, I don’t have any pithy life lessons today. Maybe the message is that it’s perfectly fine to take care of yourself so that you can reenergize and then help others. Now onto the laundry!