You might be wondering how I spend many of my days lately. No, I'm not talking of events I blog, but simply of the every day events that go on. This post should give you a taste of the more boring parts of my life.
Lately, my sleep patterns have gone out of whack. It has become a common occurrence for me to go to sleep around 4-5 am, and wake up around noon. This precludes me doing much during the day. But with sloppy snow on the ground, there's not much I really want to do outside. Throw on the pandemic, and the high points of my week are the few times I go out to the stores to go food shopping and the times I've met with FH on the weekend.
Being with people always recharged me. Now, with the pandemic around us, I have little interest in doing much of anything anymore. It's easy for me to go for a day or two, not getting out of my jammies. It's not a good thing for me.
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Years ago, I used to send out boxes of Christmas cards. Now, I receive so few, that I tend to write holiday letters that are unique to each individual who writes me. And I feel that this is much more personal than a common greeting sent out to thousands of people who have bought the same package of cards.
Ever since I started with my meetup group's "Secret Pen Pal" activity, I've found that the mere activity of being "forced" to put my thoughts into words has helped me to have unique things to say to people. No, I will never be a great wordsmith. But I can organize my thoughts into things worth saying, and in a way that I hope brings other people a little bit of happiness when they read those words.
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You would think that the pandemic has given me time to clean up my apartment. Without having someone nearby, it is a task that always seems to get waylaid. To make things worse, the place is not in shape to have my cleaning lady come over. (But with the pandemic, I doubt she's entering many houses these days.) I expect that by the time I am vaccinated, that I will need to make a serious effort to get this place cleaned up.
If I were to show you pictures of my place, you'd wonder why it got so cluttered. With no place to go, and no one to have over, one easily gets into a "why bother?" mood. I was one of those who did so.
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Well, it's time for me to stop writing and to get to do something else. So I'll "see" you soon....
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