Going Through The Change Of Life

At this point, I don’t think there is much that hasn’t been said about the Corona virus be it scientifically, politically, statistically, or humorously.  So why am I writing about it now?  Well, actually, I just plan to use this screed to capture my revelations of how it has affected me. You see, since I wrapped myself in this cocoon, I have been under the impression that, while everything is topsy-turvy beyond my door, everything is business as usual in here. 

Then I started to recognize subtle changes.  Little things like how often I am going to the redemption center (remember when a redemption center was a church)  with bottles, and how many used to contain wine.  I never used to drink wine.  I never really liked wine.  But once I was sitting here with nothing else to do, I decided to undertake an in depth investigation into why I didn’t like it.  This was purely analytical in nature you understand, and had nothing to do with the actual consumption levels involved. My conclusions were enlightening however.  I found that if properly chilled, regardless of color, blend, price, or brand, the more I drank, the better they tasted.  As simple as that. A friend asked me the other day how much I spend on a bottle of wine.  I said less then an hour.

Another change I have noticed is, while I was never much of a shopper, I now find myself looking for reasons to go to the store.  I mean, the reasons are relevant, like realizing you are down to your last 7 cans of white hominy and you are totally out of okra.  Wouldn’t that strike fear into anyone?

I now look forward to wash day.  I wrinkle things so I can iron them.  I spend time on my deck just to be able to stare into the house instead of out.  I know how many tissues are left in the box. I enjoy long conversations with the dogs.  I just finished a book about creative things you can build with Spam. I have named my socks. I have added cranberries to banana bread and bananas to cranberry bread.  I know how many stairs there are between floors and which ones squeak, and today, I was seriously thinking about dusting the garage.

As much as I hate to admit it, these are not normal activities.  Like it or not, I have changed.  I have become a product of my environment just like everyone else. Not sure if that is good or bad.  Just know it is different. 

I’m going to have to wrap this up now.  I am baking a tray of ornamental peace signs out of tofu and I have to paint them with food coloring before they cool. 

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.
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10 Responses to Going Through The Change Of Life

  1. Have you noticed how much quicker I read your posts. Kinda like I’m waiting for them. Just saying


  2. quiall says:

    Hahaha. I find I am smiling more or at least I am thinking more about smiling more or . . .


  3. Great post! Quarantine develops our creativity 🙂


  4. elliottlight says:

    How could this not change us? Even my TV has changed, with multiple cable news channel logos burned into the screen competing for attention. Love your sense of humor.


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