I’ve been on house arrest for almost nine months now. I’ve spent the greater portion of my time alone. Often, it takes a person a lifetime to find their “me.” It didn’t take me very long to find the “me” in “Meili.” It’s right at the beginning, before the first “i.” So much for self-reflection.
The inevitability of a somewhat monotonous existence became a reality for me recently. I’d imagine that this, to some degree, is unavoidable, given my circumstances. I work five days a week, the same times. I grocery shop once a week, same day every week. I decided to mix it up a little. It’s important to do that sometimes, especially if you’re on house arrest.
I had my groceries delivered from Vons online. I woke up to a man at my door with everything that was on my grocery list. I crawled out of bed, helped him carry everything into the kitchen, then went right back to sleep. It’s nice to have a man that shows up and brings you everything that you’ve asked for. I suspect that I’ll continue to order groceries like this even after the year is over. Oh, the takeaways of house arrest.
I agreed to dog-sit for a friend of mine last week. The dog, named Sawyer, left yesterday. She was a cute little thing and often made for good company, but now my apartment smells like dog. And she pooped on my couch. Apparently, you’re supposed to take them outside to do that. I learned the hard way. Sigh. While the dog was here, she landed a part in a short movie that was filmed at my apartment. The project, called “Dog Day After Lunch,” involved two dogs, two fellas, and one felon. The talented duo of Schwartzy N Pagana wrote a script and I jumped at the opportunity to work with them for a second time. I first met them last year during a shoot for a GoDaddy Superbowl competition. I’ll be posting the new film here when it’s completed.
I went miniature golfing with a close friend during a recent Earned Leave. I wanted a change of scenery. You know you’re hard up for travel opportunities when driving to the valley feels like an adventure, which it did. We arrived at an odd-looking castle of sorts. We spent more than an hour sweating under the LA summer sun and chasing little neon balls around what looked like the grounds of an aging amusement park. I played to the best of my ability, but unfortunately it seems that the par for my athletic ability in other sports extends, rather tragically, to the putting course as well. Final scores after 18 holes: Friend- 56. Me- 89. Good game.
I’m growing more and more anxious to be off of house arrest and get back to life in the Free World. I only have three more months left. I’m finally down to the double digits in my countdown. It’s bizarre to think that I’ve spent well over two hundred and fifty days under home confinement. It really does get maddening at times, being forced to spend so much time at home. Since creating this blog, I’ve heard from quite a few people around the country who are under the same supervision. It’s been interesting to learn what other people do to entertain themselves. I received an e-mail from a girl who makes jewelry and tie-dies old t-shirts to pass the time. Someone else told me that she sells old clothes on EBay and spends her days on the internet. Another girl told me that she plays games in her apartment to keep busy. My favorite example is when she wrote about moving every piece of furniture in her apartment into a line from one end to the other so that she could walk the length of the space over the furniture, the point of the game being that her feet would never touch the floor. I might try that one of these days. Why not? God knows I’ll have plenty of time.
98 days to go.