Move out, don't mess around. Move out, you bring me down. Move out, how you get about -don't make a sound just move out...

We have been in lockdown for months and months now. 

Personally, I have gone through all the stages of grief:

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression 

Acceptance

I know I am lucky, I have a job, secure housing, and enough money to eat.  

COVID still f#&$ing sucks tho.

My kid HATES online learning. My husband is stuck at work/home (I go to campus a couple of times a week). Halloween is essentially canceled. All the other holidays are right around the corner. I want to see people!

With all that being said, I am in the acceptance part of my COVID grief.

This is the new reality and will do the best I can to remain positive, creative, and hopeful.

Last month I gave up my practice space, currently, I am not playing with anyone and it would be weird to try and get something going with folks I don't know and the space has A LOT of folks in it- and y'know safety. So, I decided to do some art in the house. The husband and I have done some recordings (Garage Band folks, I even sang into the computer without a microphone) and we are going to do some podcasting. We did one run through episode, which I liked and we will put together another one in a few weeks. 

I really miss playing all together with people and even though the husband doesn't love playing music with me, I think he is having a good time.

My kid is an art machine. Currently, she is drawing a portrait of Dwight from The Office. She named my home project Frozen Bones. And she is making me a logo after she is done with the portrait.

Here is the link to the Bandcamp site. My goal is to add something every other week. 

https://frozenbones.bandcamp.com/

I have been listening to a lot of 80s (see the previous post), but the reason I recorded a cover of Mr. Blue by Yaz was that the day of my friend's service I had the song stuck in my head all day.  I did cry a little when I was singing it since I am feeling COVID grief and grief of losing one of my best friends.

Man oh man, 2020 has been quite a year.

I don't want to be a downer. I think part of the acceptance is that I have to acknowledge that I will feel down. 

This is my favorite time a year (October-January) and decorating the house, making art, talking to my pals (maybe even seeing them at a distance), and hugging my husband and kid will be my tools in not repeating the grief stages. 

Acceptance.