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Eight Weeks
May. 9th, 2020 01:18 pmEight weeks in. Eight weeks of shelter at home. Eight weeks since the world changed. I’ve wanted all through this to write some kind of, “How we are doing post.” In my head they seem to get too long, but here goes.
Day to day it would seem things haven’t changed much for us. We would routinely go out for breakfast on Thursdays. Then on to cruising thrift stores the rest of the morning. There was a jam I would go to most every Tuesday evening and another once a month one. I miss these a lot. But what has really been driven home is the freedom of options. “Let’s go out for dinner.” “We should run to the store to pick up a few things.” The dinners, games, and music we aren’t sharing with friends and family. These lack of options are taking their toll.
In many ways we are lucky. I’m sheltered with the person I chose over 50 years ago to spend as much time with as I could. Our retirement income is stable. We can ride this out. I can’t imagine this happening in the times when we had children at home and were making the hard choices of which bills didn’t get paid this month. I can’t imagine being stuck at home alone without my best friend.
We get out to walk the dog, enjoying the onset of spring. (This would be much harder in winter.) We work on all of the projects, but in little bites so we aren’t overwhelmed by them. We play some games. Watch some TV in the evening (no binge watching- never understood that). Build Lego sets together. Bonnie crafts. I play music. (Have learned a dozen new songs so far.) And miss our friends.
We may get on to the things that having the time would seem to allow us to do. I was reminded the other day that it has been 14 years since I’ve done any songwriting. I tend to treat things like that in reward paradigm. I can do that when I get this done. Keeps shifting to the next thing.
Well there we are. I’ll stop now. I did try to keep it short. Take care everybody.
Day to day it would seem things haven’t changed much for us. We would routinely go out for breakfast on Thursdays. Then on to cruising thrift stores the rest of the morning. There was a jam I would go to most every Tuesday evening and another once a month one. I miss these a lot. But what has really been driven home is the freedom of options. “Let’s go out for dinner.” “We should run to the store to pick up a few things.” The dinners, games, and music we aren’t sharing with friends and family. These lack of options are taking their toll.
In many ways we are lucky. I’m sheltered with the person I chose over 50 years ago to spend as much time with as I could. Our retirement income is stable. We can ride this out. I can’t imagine this happening in the times when we had children at home and were making the hard choices of which bills didn’t get paid this month. I can’t imagine being stuck at home alone without my best friend.
We get out to walk the dog, enjoying the onset of spring. (This would be much harder in winter.) We work on all of the projects, but in little bites so we aren’t overwhelmed by them. We play some games. Watch some TV in the evening (no binge watching- never understood that). Build Lego sets together. Bonnie crafts. I play music. (Have learned a dozen new songs so far.) And miss our friends.
We may get on to the things that having the time would seem to allow us to do. I was reminded the other day that it has been 14 years since I’ve done any songwriting. I tend to treat things like that in reward paradigm. I can do that when I get this done. Keeps shifting to the next thing.
Well there we are. I’ll stop now. I did try to keep it short. Take care everybody.
