27 Days in Total Isolation

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April 12, 2020 – Day 27 of my quarantine.

Happy Easter to all you peeps of the Christian persuasion.  I hope you find all your eggs.

Happy Anniversary to Rafi and Klee. Thanks for cheering me up this morning.

Well – here we are – 27 days – wow. If someone told me this was how I would spend the first month of being 65 years old – I would have never believed them. (My Birthday was March 16th and I entered quarantine March 17th)

But, hey! I’m not in this alone! Or at least, that’s what every other fuckingly annoying commercial on TV tells me every goddamned day and night. “You’re Not Alone, We’re In This Together, Together We Stand, Better Together, Stay at Home, You’re Not Alone, Stay at Home, You’re Not Alone, Stay at Home, You’re Not Alone, Stay at Home, Stay at Home, … blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah … 

If we were truly in this TOGETHER, you’d think by now ONE OF YOU would have cleaned out the litter boxes or done the vacuuming, dusting, laundry, and dishes … but no. No, I have to do those things all by myself.

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Here in Clearlake, California, we go out on our porches every night at 8:00PM and howl. Yes, I just said “Howl”. We howl like wolves from our porches to express our gratitude to all our local essential workers. And that’s something I have neglected to do here so –

Thank You

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A special Thank You to Officer Steven Perez of the Clearlake Police Department – who has the honorable distinction of being the last human being on earth to physically touch me. This happened over a month ago. We shook hands after he took down the report about my identity theft and gave me my incident number.

I’m staying sane (??? well that’s debatable at this point)  mostly by listening to music, reading, gardening and returning to Second Life, anonymously, to finish my magnum opus build. Why anonymously? Because after 8 years my original avatar was carrying more baggage than a cross country combination passenger/freight train hurtling from Los Angeles to New York.

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What’s weird about being in Second Life anonymously is that I feel even more alone there than I do in Real Life right now. But that’s gonna change pretty soon I think because I’m building a public venue, so maybe I’ll make new friends after it opens.

Work has stopped on the new glass studio for now. Who’s gonna buy expensive art glass? People can’t afford to buy toilet paper, even IF they can find it for sale.

That’s about it from here – Hope this finds you trying to stay sane too.

Sending you all my Love and Light – Stay safe out there.

Until next time …