If we were having coffee it would probably be in a garden. I’ve been doing a bit of that lately. What will happen when winter hits?
I’m still shielding, or as close to shielding is possible when you rely on close contact with others to stay alive.
Isn’t it ironic…. those that actually want to keep their distance can’t, but those that can don’t.
Some think I’m crazy, obsessed even. That I don’t want to get back to normal yet, socialise, eat out and the like. But I’ve got my little gang of friends that feel the same. It helps.
If we were having coffee I’d explain that It’s not that I don’t want to get on with life. Of course I do. I’m not enjoying the pandemic any more than the next person. But I’m ok to wait, ride it out. Restrictions on life aren’t new to me. Yes, this is pretty restrictive, but when you’ve been close to not being alive it makes you not take health for granted. It’s not a given.
Just a few months ago I was told I’m at ‘extremely high risk of serious illness‘ to ‘stay inside and have a hospital bag packed’, and now I’m just here, doing what I think I should.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m becoming great at wasting time. There was the new Apple IOS update that took me at least 3 days to play with. I love a bit of customisation and a home screen overhaul. I’ve kept those pesky social media apps away from easy glances, but found a new addiction with Jigsaw HD. Yes I’m a 73 year old and always have been.
If we were having coffee I’d explain that the great thing about technology is it’s accessibility. With only my phone and without asking for assistance I can write a blog post, read a book, do a crossword, colour a picture, and now complete a jigsaw. It’s not the same as physical life and touching actual stuff that’s not a screen. But it’s something, and it’s more than I could have.
If we were having coffee I’d ask you how I ever really had time for a social life, I’m good at finding stuff to do, reading, crafting, watching the telly box.
If we were having coffee I’d ask if you’ve completed Netflix yet? I’ve got to the level where everything becomes dubbed. I have to half watch it, like blur my eyes slightly or look into the distance when the mouth close-ups are on, so I don’t get distracted.
Sometimes subtitles are better but sometimes I don’t have the focus for them. I’ve said before I’m a fiddler and not very good at doing nothing. Even when watching tv.
If we were having coffee we’d be sure to talk about the weather. It’s been a fortunate year weather wise. It’s like somebody somewhere knew we needed it. If I believed in that kinda thing.
Autumn is here. I’m back on the candles. That’s a sign. It’s like summer just ditched us overnight. I went from sunburn Tuesday to frostbite Wednesday. Ok so maybe not frostbite, but multiple blankets and I can hear the heated one calling. I found crispy leaves on my walk the other day, not enough to drive through though.
If we were having coffee I’d backtrack to where I said it would be in a garden. 2020, the year of the garden. Among other stuff.
I’ve been to more gardens then ever before, and had more people in mine.
At the last one we had a mega picnic with a table full of food and a hand gel centrepiece. That’s one thing my friends and I are good at, supplying the food.
I had a Starbucks, or three. On separate occasions. All without leaving my house. Well, garden.
If we were having coffee I’d show you photos of my tomatoes. Photos you’ve probably already seen on Instagram. We’ve been growing tomatoes, did you know?
They started as six small plants and turned into a small industry. Taking over the garden, sprouting off in all directions like some kind of stalk man plant thing. They really take some looking after you know. Feeding, watering, pruning, tying up, restraining.
Many came at once. Like most things, buses, library loans and tomatoes the saying should go.
I’ve eaten them with everything, they’ve been squished into pasta sauce, macerated to soup and boiled to the brink in chilli jam.
One even turned unicorn on me.
If we were having coffee the conversation might get adult. I don’t know if my group of friends and I have just got old, or times are desperate lately. But we had a full 2 hour chat spurred on by this statement.
One of the weirdest things about being an adult is having a favourite hob ring, yet nobody talks about it.
Well we did. And oven cleaners, antibacterial spray, favourite fragrances and annoying people that don’t wipe out the microwave.
Do you wipe out the microwave? Do you have a favourite hob ring?
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m ahead on my Goodreads reading challenge for the first time ever. Probably because it’s still all I want to do.
Come find me on Goodreads so we can be book pals.
I’ve read quite a mix of late. I just finished Instructions For A Heatwave by Maggie O’Farrell, it’s set in a heatwave but not really about one. To fullfill my easy read thriller craving I binged on The Magpie Trillogy by Sarah A. Denzil. Nothing challenging but hugely entertaining. Grown Ups was my first Marian Keyes read and I will be reading more when I need the feels. I even listened to The Secret Garden audiobook, written but not narrated by Frances Hodgson Burnett, because I promised myself over a year ago when visiting this rose garden that I’d rediscover this childhood favourite.
What have you been reading lately?
If we were having coffee I’d show you this quote. Which is definitely the case with me.
Your brain does more creative work when you’re tired.
If we were having coffee what would you tell me?