Fox, Interrupted
Okay. Full stop. We have to get this out of the way before we can move on any further. I am in love with the man across the back lane. Given these uncertain times it was bound to happen that unrequited love, borderline stalking, whatever you want to call it, would prevail.
As much as I have tried to stop the Fox Den from turning into a “Rear Window” / “Girl on the Train” situation, I cannot help myself. With so many people confined to their apartments, including me, it is near impossible not to spy on your neighbours.
When it comes to this crush, who I have named Pete, I can already tell you we have three major things in common: (1) a beard (2) a plant and (3) a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor. I do not wish to give you the impression that my pursuit of Pete is restrained to glass of red wine, and blinds tilted at a 45° angle; because it is not.
As it happens, our love in the time of COVID-19 flourishes at 7:00pm, and can last anywhere from two to five minutes. As he leans against his window sill clapping, I step out on to my balcony, a red haired Juliet, cheering on front line workers while also yearning from a safe distance. Trying not to establish direct eye contact as to appear less desperate, at times I throw in a casual non-discreet wave as if to say, “Oh hey. I see you.”
“It is no secret I have a reputation for indulgence, especially when it comes to rosé and cheap Chilean merlots; but there is a difference between a cheeky splash and a tidal wave.”
I will keep you posted on my blossoming love affair with Pandemic Pete. If we never see each other again once all this is over – it will still be worth it.
Ah! Moving right along – how are you doing? How is your mental, physical health? What is happening? Let me know! Are you going nuts? If that is the case you are not alone!
In an unexpected turn of events, at the beginning of April, I was fortunate to be hired back on at the restaurant with the Government wage subsidy benefit. Like so many other small businesses across the country, each day came with a new challenge to overcome, as the owner fought around the clock to keep the doors open. I am grateful to report, that with the incredible support of the community, in the next two weeks, staff will return, and the restaurant will be open for diners once again.
These past two weeks, I will be the first to admit, the intense stress of the past two months, on every level, finally managed to catch up with me. It is the case with anxiety that you can always run; but you can never hide. Knocked off my feet, literally, the other day I cleaned up red wine stains splattered across my apartment as if it were a crime scene. It is no secret I have a reputation for indulgence, especially when it comes to rosé and cheap Chilean merlots; but there is a difference between a cheeky splash and a tidal wave.
While it is true that “hot mess” has been one of my most consistent looks over time, I suspect that once the dust has settled, it might be time for a wardrobe change. This morning I poured a cup of coffee into my Limited Edition Collector’s “Rugged Fox and Clark” coffee mug and stood in front of my bookshelf. After taking a moment, I skipped past fiction and pulled out a book from the Self-Help section. Here we go again, it is time to rebuild.
Would I ever admit this to Pandemic Pete? Of course not. It is much too soon. On that note, our next date is in t-minus 4 hours and 6 minutes. I should probably put on a pair of pants. Or should I?
