Lockdown life seems now to have begun to put strain on even the most resilient of folk myself included. Cravings for putting on nice clothes & eating out seem to be gripping even the biggest homebody amongst us.
Given my penchant for road trips when hubby mentioned he needed a drain cover I leaped at the chance to drive out to get it. My daughter thought it would be fun to come along for the ride & so we found ourselves whizzing along the motorway singing our favourite tunes at loud volume. Even the torrential rain didn’t dampen our spirits & as we neared our destination we spied a drive through Starbucks that was actually open.
You may recall from a blog or two ago my experiences at builders merchants haven’t always been positive but in comparison this place oozed with enlightenment. Weaving around performing a sort of strange socially distanced dance around trying avoid poking an eye out on a protruding pipe or come within ‘spitting distance’ of one another in order to place a heavy metal grating securely inside my car was bordering on comical. Left me wondering if I should have filmed it for Tik Tok?
Feeling buoyed up we retraced our steps & drove to the Starbucks to join the queue, excitement building as we crept towards the board displaying all the delights on offer. Ordering & eating out alone in Fort Lauderdale pre lockdown hadn’t felt difficult yet as I feebly tried to enunciate my order clearly to a speaker on a stick in a Swindon carpark it felt I was participating in some terrible ordeal.
Having recently broken a front tooth I was grateful for the degree of anonymity of remote ordering. Under Lockdown rules unless you are in imminent danger of exsanguination or asphyxiation all appointments are off.
Home application of a precarious dental patch in place I reeled off the order for a tooth friendly non toasted cheese toastie & included several abortive attempts to pronounce my daughters choice of beverage correctly. I imagined the servers eyeballs rolling in her sockets at my oratory failings but quicker than you can say ‘ruby flamingo frappuccino’ our meal in a bag was ready.
Paid & parked we sat in the carpark tucking into the goodies watching the queue ebb & flow in front of us. Feeling almost high with the fact we had ‘eaten out’ & my tooth was still in tact we drove on to complete the mission to deliver a dozen eggs & potted herbs to my son & his partner.
As I write & despite careful eating I am on my second go at DIY dentistry with no real idea of when a professional one will be possible. I consider myself fortunate that as a former nurse who keeps a comprehensive first aid kit I actually had some of the repair product recommended by the dentist.
However the repair was not straight forward and way off what the product is properly intended to do. It certainly wasn’t to be found in any You Tube videos on home dentistry I came across (who knew this was such a thing) & was in a position to order more of the stuff in case of further need. In light of this discovery I regret missing the opportunity of making a potentially viral video involving the use of icing tools doubling up as dental probes.
All joking aside this has planted the niggling notion that there may be a great number of others less able being left to cope with simple yet troublesome medical issues that left will be much harder to fix.
So I bid you all adieu & say safe.
Whilst writing this on a Sunday I confess that it does not feel like the weekend. Lockdown days are now some what of an amorphous blob of what has been coined the ‘new normal’.
I still awake & go out across the fields for my morning doggless walk (some habits are hard to break) but now head back for a 20 minute self inflicted beasting by app plus stretch & roller. Breakfast is followed by a quick shower & weather depending getting on with some sort of task that is on the stay at home ‘to do’ list.
In the slightly dystopian world we now seem to be inhabiting I find that my mid week ‘day of rest’ via the exercise app now supplants Sunday as the anchor point of the week. The new topsy turvy living will likely see us emerge as vegetarians as a result of the role reversal living my daughter & I have indulged in where she has been doing the cooking & shopping leaving me free to sneak off to my office to spend time learning how to make animated video clips & take part in zoom meetings.
My moving background of tropical fish on zoom generated that ‘but retired women don’t do tech’ reaction that is so sadly familiar. I didn’t have a computer at home until I was in my late 20’s & my involvement with computers limited. However times change & with determination I have been able to improve my skills with a little perseverance. Fear of all things seems to be the stumbling block which seems to creep up with chin hair & the need for reading glasses. The secret then is to make a pact with yourself to try & thwart it at every opportunity so that is my mission.
I happened on a saying on Pinterest the other day that I saved which intimated that the minute you felt too old to do something then then that’s the time to give it a go. Hence in my case the unicycling & juggling. Both have been hampered by a small procedure to one led initially then the lockdown so I am endeavouring to try & get going with them again. Filming will also be a challenge because I am not used to talking & filming myself. Added to which trying to balance on one wheel when you can’t even ride a two wheeled cycle might be entertaining to say the least.
As I post this I am almost ready to switch the ‘on’ button to a music based project that I have been working on & toying with the idea of enrolling on an online creative writing course. One thing for sure the lockdown time for me personally certainly has not proved boring & I am well on the way to a ‘six pack’! Well four out of six isn’t too bad & I still have a week to go before the ‘bangin body’ regime finishes. Its definitely having an effect & I believe I will be incorporating this daily effort for long after lockdown ends.
Meanwhile I am off to lime paint a section of wall that I replastered a few days ago. The joys of living in an old building in the depths of rural England means there is always some kind of repair waiting to be done.
Catch you all later & meanwhile find something interesting or challenging to do & stay safe.