….or And Then It Snowed.
Sure makes it a lot easier to self isolate when there is snow on the ground. In Newfoundland they call a late spring snow, one around Paddy’s day, Sheila’s Brush. Wait, is it spring yet? What month is it anyway? IT’S ONLY MARCH! Have we had Easter yet? Did I miss it when we were migrating? And can someone explain to me how they pick the dates for Easter anyway. I’m so confused.
So you might wonder what I am doing with my time. First off, I should say that self-isolation is no real hardship for me. Our property in Nova Scotia is like a teeny tiny park on the river and it is enough to just step outside onto the deck and watch the mallards courting and to take a deep breath of that clean crisp Northern air to feel revitalized. And I get my exercise going up and down the stairs looking for stuff. Seriously, I spent half the day looking for stuff: a can of collard greens that I am sure I packed to bring home (collards are as yummy as turnip tops and are the perfect pairing for barbecue ribs, thank you Lance for making barbecue ribs. Sadly we had to have them with something other than collards. Life is cruel.), my recipe for pastry which I took from its spot hanging on the fridge last fall to photocopy so I wouldn’t have to go a winter without it, (yes, I checked the photocopier), my winter boots – do I even own winter boots any more? Sigh. Otherwise the isolation is going smoothly. I have a raft of hobbies (which I am not doing), I am writing a book (on which I am not working), I have two unfinished acrylic paintings (on which I am not painting), and tools for woodcarving and strips for mat hooking and fabric for sewing and quilts for quilting and on and on.
Nope, I can’t find the focus for any of that. What am I doing? Streaming reality shows. Survivor (Not Yul!!!! Please find your way back Yul. If you can’t find your way back, please run for president.) and Lego Masters. Competitive Lego, now that’s reality tv worth watching. I am also texting with my friends and family for a large part of the day. Yesterday I was texting four people at the same time. That’s a recipe for disaster folks. I accidentally texted all my base and caustic Survivor comments to the wrong person, to a friend who doesn’t watch it. She may never look at me the same way again. Next thing you know I’ll be signing up for Facebook. (I’ve heard that reality TV is a gateway to Facebook, tell me it isn’t so ) And there’s always cooking, baking and eating. Mostly eating.
What special treats make your social isolation more tolerable?
© Judy Parsons 2020