Just Another Day

I got up this morning feeling pretty good.  It was light out which meant that a new day was here and I had finally outlived yesterday.  Like everyone else, I am bored.  I mean, although I am a person that is given to some degree of routine and regimen, I do not want to do the same thing every day.  How many times can you empty the  wastebasket, scrub the sink and toilets, check the mail, or otherwise amuse yourself.   If this keeps up, I may be reduced to washing windows.  Now, there is a new low.

So, I have been trying to find things to do that I don’t have to do, but which bring a little variety to the day.  Yesterday, I went out and dusted off my car.  I even took a little ride down to the gas station.  Not to buy anything, just to let him know I’m still here.  He looked like he had lost some weight and some sleep.  I felt so sorry for him that I bought $5.00 worth of regular.  He even pumped it for me, wiping tears on his sleeve.  The next time I drove by, I noticed he had dedicated a gas pump in my name.

I took my trash to the dump today.  It all fit in a Ziploc bag.  Imagine my excitement when I realized they had reopened the recycle lanes again.  Now I can get rid of all the tin cans, bottles, and cardboard that is overtaking my garage.  I decided not to hurry though.  If I play my cards right, I think I could probably do this over a weeks time.  Plus, I will first have to dismantle the wind chimes I made out of some of the bottles and cans. I tied them to the chain on my garage door opener so I am always treated to a cacophony of sound every time I activate it, as, unfortunately,  are all the neighbors.  For this reason, I try not to go out at night.

I’ll have to say I am starting to get used to the carry out initiative that many businesses have implemented.  Call ahead, place your order, receive a pick up time, and they bring it out to the car.  I called my pub the other day, and unfortunately, they don’t have this.

I cut my own hair the other day, at least the parts I can see.  It came out pretty good.  I think I got one side a little higher then the other, but if I tip my head to one side, it looks OK.  At least I can hear again.  Not sure what I am going to do with the back. Maybe a pigtail. 

I was talking to the dogs the other night.  Turns out that Kramer has a great sense of humor.  Sophie, not so much.  She would prefer to spend time in her room and Scooter only wants to talk about food.  But hey, I guess that is better then just sitting there, counting cobwebs.

I can’t say I am too crazy about having to wear a mask, but I guess it is a small price to pay. By the time I decided I probably needed one, there were none to be had locally.  So I ordered some from E Bay.  It has been almost a month and I still don’t have them.  When I checked on my order, I found they are coming from China. Now, that’s a little scary.  Isn’t that where the virus came from? Preferring to err on the side of caution, I requested a refund.   Plus, my neighbors wife has since made me one.

Well, I guess I have dragged this out as long as I can.  Time to go find something else to do.  I was thinking of moving the bed and making dust bunny angels.  Just sayin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
This entry was posted in Aging, Coping, Crafts, Humor, Life, Perspective, Reflection and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to Just Another Day

  1. quiall says:

    haha. Who knew the day would come the scariest people on the street were the ones WITHOUT masks?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Alien Resort says:

    If I go clean the toilet, I’ll know I’ve given up.

    Like

  3. Miriam says:

    Thanks for the smiles this morning. I actually had to laugh early on in your post as yesterday my hubby and I DID wash our windows. All of them (and we have a lot). First time in about twenty years I think. Ahh, the joys of isolation.😉

    Like

  4. Paul Hardesty says:

    you need to seek counseling. LOL

    Like

  5. George says:

    LOL.I think you’ve been in that house much too long..:)

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s