In these times of keeping social distance, when families are spending a lot of time together, I have slowly realized that life chugs along no matter what. The Sun sets and it promptly rises whether I have had enough sleep or not. It was the same before the Corona closings, but now I dwell upon it. I lie in bed and give it some thought. Am I becoming a case for psychology textbooks? No. I just have the luxury of time, for I don’t have to rush off.
On a loop
As the days pass, I sometimes feel it’s the same day, but then the food I ate helps me tell the days apart! Yesterday was pasta and the day before that was gazpacho and the awful homemade bread!
On breaking down my days, I came up with these 4 things I do everyday without fail:
- Eat
- Perform ablutions(sounds nice and formal like I am lady of the manor, but then the elbow grease involved is a good reality check!)
- Work
- Lie on my Hammock
We have office meetings where, to entertain ourselves we sit in various parts of the house. Sometimes I just change the direction of my chair, and the viewer’s view (so to say) changes. Colleagues add plants and sun-catchers. We chit chat about the day and then share Corona stories before getting to work related talk. Why are we doing all this? To keep ourselves engaged I think. This keeps us involved in keeping alive the office vibe at home. For many this helps keep loneliness at bay. It is that human touch, without the actual physicality, which would otherwise disappear in our virtual work.
The hammock is definitely an unexpected treat. I had bought a hammock for a friend. Once I got marooned at home, instead of an office vibe, I decided on getting a holiday vibe. It’s all rigged up(with some difficulty I must say). I wanted it set so I could lie on it and watch TV, but now I have settled for the laptop on my stomach. Well my mother can’t tick me off for my lifestyle. She hasn’t see it yet and I am keeping it that way.
Stories to tell
Well, will I have wonderful tales to tell my grand-kids about when I was marooned at home? Would a tale about eating awful homemade bread count? I don’t know. Too early to tell. Over time, my memory might add some spices to the tale. Would I color the truth about my awful bread? I might, but would I make it taste fantastic? Nah.
Memories
Do we color our memories?
I think we do. My mother and I do not see eye to eye about certain incidents which involved the two of us – that’s proof I think! Funnily we watched a bunch of Ted talks on memory once. Understanding the brain and memories is still a work in progress for us human beings. I hope we can recall these strange isolating times with wonderful tales – tell me what you do everyday?
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