As we are all sheltering in place for the time being, there are still things we can do that don’t really require a lot of energy. In times like these, the Crankee Yankee reverts back to cooking. Yesterday he made a mouth-watering pot of chili; not too spicy, just right. The whole house still smells of it. It’s so good I will probably have it for breakfast as well.
We find ourselves cleaning up little messes and vaccuming and polishing, too. It’s not that we are clean-freaks, it’s just something to do that has a positive outcome. Just seeing rugs vaccumed and polished furniture makes us feel that we have justified our existance. Funny how that is, isn’t it?
Then there is walking; yep—plain old walking makes us feel better. I was even moved to walk down and around the pond the other day. Seeing that all the ice is finally out, it won’t be long before we see turtles and frogs. As it is, the red-wing blackbirds are already scoping out the perfect places for their lady-loves to make their nests and lay their eggs. Even the pink rambler roses are starting to push through the dirt.
Reading is of course a wonderful thing during times such as these. Of course the first books I gravitate to are the Harry Potter books. I can’t tell you how many times I have read them all, but I enjoy them just the same. If you are a fan like I am, you are enchanted with the idea of a young boy who doesn’t know who he is and what he will become.
Then there are wonderful days to mull over all the scrapbooks I inherited from my mother. Just yesterday I went through my favorite one where the pictures begin with me as a baby. It seems that, no matter how old we are, we still love to see ourselves once again as children. We can chose to be impatient to get back to what we were used to, or we can just settle back and enjoy all the things we now have time for; that’s not a bad thing when you think about it.