Well, are you bored yet? Cabin fever setting in? How many times have you rearranged the items in your pantry? I got an email from a friend yesterday who told me that he’s doing just fine, but his poor wife has run out of yarn and doesn’t know what to do with herself anymore. I suggested he teach you how to clean his guns, but he responded that after so much “togetherness,” he didn’t want her touching a firearm any place that was within range of him. I responded, telling him that in the right (or maybe wrong) hands, a knitting needle can be downright lethal. Sleep well, tonight, Carl.
We are just doing just fine. I spent all day yesterday reviewing and making corrections to my new book, as well as answering quite a few emails from people. It is amazing to me how many folks are freaking out because they can’t get back to their normal routines. One woman asked if I knew what it was like not to go to the beauty shop in six weeks. No, darling, I don’t. Bald guys don’t spend a lot of time hanging around beauty shops. What would I do there? Get my nose hair braided? Someone else told me that he is using the time productively, and in the last month he has completely disassembled a 1966 Pontiac GTO that has been sitting in his garage for five years waiting to be restored. I asked him what he was going to do if they lift the stay-at-home orders and life gets back to normal. He said he would probably stare at a garage full of car parts for another five years.
As I’ve said before, this is really no change for Terry and myself. We’re not exactly social butterflies anyway. We seldom get to bed before 2 AM, and we get up around 10 or 11 AM. Then we have brunch while checking the news on our phones. After that, I go to my office and start working, and Terry goes to her office/loom room to do her thing. I usually knock off sometime around 6 or 7 PM, whenever Terry has dinner ready. Then we settle into our recliners and watched TV until about 11:30. I go back to my office to write the blog so Terry can proof it, then I upload it. By then it’s time to take our showers and get ready for bed. I know, boring, right? But that’s okay, old farts have earned the right to be boring.
Since there is not a lot worth watching on network TV right now, we have been binge-watching some series on Netflix. The first was Call The Midwife, and now that we have all of the earlier seasons under our belt, we are watching new episodes every Sunday night on PBS. We also watched Self Made, the story of Madam C. J. Walker, the first female African-American self-made millionaire.
And now that that one is finished, we are binge-watching Bloodline on Netflix. We just finished the first season last night and have two more seasons to go. It’s a dark drama about a family in the Florida Keys starring one of my favorite actresses, Sissy Spacek. It’s got everything from romance and intrigue to family secrets and revenge. And that’s before the drug dealers and human traffickers get into the story! If you get a chance, check it out.
We still have to get back to the new season of Ozark, which came out a while back on Netflix, and we are eagerly awaiting the return of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel on Amazon Prime Video. What, there’s a world outside our front door? Are you sure?
What about you? What are you doing to keep herself busy? Did you discover a new TV series? Are you reading a lot? Maybe doing some long overdue projects around the house? Please post a comment below and let me know. It may help us or somebody else find a way to fill the hours while we are all in self-isolation
Thought For The Day – The person who deserves most pity is a lonesome one on a rainy day who doesn’t know how to read. – Benjamin Franklin