This dog-nabbed pandemic has about turned me inside out and upside down. I am just not the gal I used to be.
Sure, people change as they age and to tell the truth the last nineteen months has put a number on me.
I've just about become a hermit.
I mean, we had to stay in, in the beginning, to keep ourselves from getting that awful stuff but my patience is wearing thin.
I used to never leave the apartment without my Cannon camera. Heck, now, I seldom leave my apartment and then only to take care of things I can't at home. My camera is still hanging on the door, looking sad and lonely. I go out to get my hair cut, go to the doctor, and I even brave it ever once in a blue moon and go to an actual restaurant and have a nice meal. Who wants to take pictures of the beauty shop or the doctor sticking a thermometer in your mouth. Oh, yeah, they got those gadgets that can take your temperate if they just aim it at your forehead. What will they think of next? But, I have been known to take pictures of my food.
I order my groceries to be delivered. I wonder what hermits do for food, oh well. I am sure they manage. But, I don't get the pleasure of squeezing a plum to see if it's ripe or pick up a melon to find the golden (ripe) spot on it's underside. My shopper is doing that for me.
I don't have my housekeeper anymore. She refuses to get vaccinated. So, while I am holed up here, I am scrubbing, mopping and letting Romba vacumn my floors. Sometimes I let my dishes pile up in the sink. But, there's noone but me gonna see them so I can wash them whenever I darn well please.
So, maybe being a hermit isn't so bad after all. I am reading some really good books. I just walk down the passageway to the other end of the building and there is a small library. There isn't even a librarian so you can make all the noise you want to. And, take as many books as you think you can read.
And, I watch tv. I tape all the programs I want to watch now. And, I fast-forward through the commercials. I have been watching Jeopardy for years. And, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed Matt Amodeo. That guy was sharp. I thought it looked like he just hung back the night he lost. But, he's got more money than he'll ever need so if he was tired of it, then let someone else win.
So, being a hermit is ok. Nobody to tell me what to do. When it gets 8 p.m. I crawl up in my bed and read 'til I fall asleep. Ain't life grand.