Last night after dinner I went for a walk.
And by walk I mean the opposite of walking. I mean mostly standing around and talking to people. 😀
Seriously, I didn’t think it would be that busy in my neighbourhood at 7:45 pm…but everyone was out.
First, I walked past a house where a girl my daughter knows lives. They have a dog, Lilly.
Well the dad and Lilly were hanging around the front steps. When Lilly saw me she immediately tugged at her leash so I stopped to talk to Mark (while petting the dog who lay by my feet). He’s a pilot and we got into all the fun covid-related topics about how it affected the aviation industry. He’s on the corporate side (not airline), unemployed now but getting called back. He may have to travel to a covid hot spot for simulator training in the US which he’s worried about.
While I stood there a mom with two young children walked by. Of course we all know each other because all the kids met at school so we made plans for a socially distanced coffee date.
When they left, Mark and I resumed our conversation. Suddenly it dawned on me I wasn’t getting any exercise if I keep standing here in front of their house.
I was about to say goodbye when Frodo, a wirefox Terrier and his human, another mom, wandered by.
Yap yap yap we chattered like hens in a hen house… 😂
Frodo and Lilly sniffed and played for a bit, then Frodo left dragging his human behind him.
It was at that point I realized two things:
To prevent my leg from cramping up again, I needed to walk, and…
I needed to pee. Not immediately, but soon. 🙄
So. I tore myself away from the pilot and his dog, and continued toward the outdoor pool and baseball diamond.
Up ahead lay the street where Jasper lives, the little BichonPoo I used to walk when my dog walking business was still an income-generating, exercise-inducing endeavor. 😢
Sensing I would have to be close to a loo within the next 15 minutes or less, I made the bold decision to cut through the diamond and not risk another populated street, with people who would want to chat, and head back home.
A little exercise is better than no exercise…
A woman standing socially distanced with a small group of people on the grass portion of the diamond kept looking over at me.
I recognized her and her husband and two kids, one of whom is my daughter’s close friend.
So naturally I detoured closer toward her and we started chatting. 😄
Because of course we did.
Unsurprisingly, after months of being locked up, everyone is starved for social connections. The entire ‘hood was a party, it seemed. 😎
But I kept it short, realizing the urgency of my situation and hobbled across the field.
Hobbled because my leg still hurts despite the stretching and because my brain confuses talking with walking as viable exercise…
Maybe I’m just as starved for social connections as everyone else. Even the most introverted among us sometimes must get out of their four walls (and their own head)…
I returned home, raced to the loo, washed my hands for 60 seconds even though I never touched anyone or anything, cleaned the mirror from those spots people leave when they floss, gave the sink a wipe, took the soap container to the kitchen to refill it, returned it to the bathroom, made a mental note the towels need washing, went back to the living room, looked at the mess and then…
…I pushed the clutter blocking the booze cabinet aside with my foot, took out a brandy glass and poured a generous amount of Courvoisier into it.
Then I sipped it on the couch.
My house is beginning to look like a landfill. Three months of constant togetherness, school and work are to blame.
It’s a small house (i.e. not a McMansion), with the main living portion full of lived-in evidence (aka clutter to keep creative children occupied) and I cannot begin to tell you how this wears on me.
There is no place to escape, no place for respite…no extra room. No counter space.
Even my outdoor office isn’t always a good alternative (it’s weather dependent ).
I need a place to go and sit, in an ergonomically correct chair (not on the bed), at an ergonomically correct desk or table (not at the ottoman), away from noise and distractions (high traffic areas like kitchen/living room). I need an office. (She Shed idea is dead. Don’t@ me.)
Yesterday I purchased a domain.
My first one.
It’s now or never to push my writing career.
Question is: how am I going to do this in the current conditions?
I’m going to have to find a new way to learn how to focus.