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.