Does anyone remember the 1993 movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray and Andie McDowell?
"A weatherman finds himself inexplicably living the same day over and over again."
That about sums up my life for the last 140 days, aside from the weatherman part. I work, I cook, I eat, and I sleep. I know what day it is by which work teleconferences I attend. Every few days I check the mailbox to empty the junk mail, and every few weeks I make a brief trip to the grocery store to stock up on essentials. When the weather is decent I walk around the neighborhood, though it's been above 90°F (32°C) for 28 of the last 30 days. Thus far I've managed to avoid getting anything worse than an upset stomach one night from binging on ice cream.
In June I ordered a couple pairs of So Danca slippers from Discount Dance to replace the ones I holed in April. While browsing their website I discovered they still had a few pairs of Capezio Romeo slippers in my size so I ordered a couple pairs of those too.
However, before they arrived I got tired of taking virtual ballet classes in a 6 x 8 foot space. They were really nothing more than extended barre classes anyway because none of us have space to do anything resembling centre. We weren't even doing any turns. So I kinda dropped out. My new shoes are still in their boxes, unworn.
Somehow I ended up as an admin for a group of adult ballet students and dancers on Facebook. Or maybe I should say the admin, because as soon as they made me an admin, one of the other two active admins dropped out and the other went silent. The membership includes over three thousand woman from many countries -- and about 15 men. It's kinda fun, and it substitutes in a small way for the classmates I miss seeing a couple times a week.
Speaking of which... The ballet school where I usually take classes is preparing to reopen for in-studio classes this fall for the serious student children. I wish them the best of luck. I haven't heard anything about in-person adult classes, but I wouldn't be attending anyway until this pandemic is under control. Which it definitely is not in this country. They continue to offer virtual adult classes.
Someday this will pass, and I'll go back to class. Then the whining about sore muscles will commence anew.