Greetings! It has been some time since I’ve been active here. Much has changed in life since the last time I was here. Among other things: I left freelance life for a full time gig, got promoted, and a pandemic was unleashed on the earth.
Some things have not changed: my location is still the rainy west coast, and we’re still in a multi-generation household because housing in this city is still astronomical – even the pandemic, an economic downturn, and a generally bleak fiscal outlook for the country hasn’t managed to change that.
Some other post I will ramble on about how one navigates a pandemic and social restrictions in an Ambrosial manner. Today is New Year’s Day, a day of fresh starts…or in my case, yet another day full of the antics of my senior citizens who are going bonkers (technical term) after months of extremely limited contact with the outside world. In need of catharsis – and because I couldn’t make up this stuff if I wanted to – I’ve decided to vlog (yes, vlog) about life in a multi-gen household, dans le pandemic.
The idea hatched after days (weeks?) of watching episodes of the BritCom “Miranda” on constant replay during the holiday season. It was a sanity saver, and the style of the opening monologue was the inspiration for this monologue. Maybe I’m on to something, maybe I’m suffering from full on delusions caused by 2020. If nothing else, the process was rather cathartic.
The Ambrosial Life 