The truth is learned, never told

And now our time has come, where the rubber meets the road.  We’ve stayed home, we’ve washed our hands, we haven’t spit on anyone in a long time.  We have long hair and unpainted nails and some of us have suntans from sitting on our deck while taking a lunch break. I don’t feel a need to leave this existence and venture out into the yellow phase world. I’m content.

I feel rested.  After the initial shock of being sent home, like ”go to your room” feeling I am settled. My job is busier than ever.  I have additional duties, a new boss in a new world. I am challenged, busy and often grumpy with work, but I’m fully relaxed as well.

I enjoy my home now.  I’ve invested in it. I’ve invested emotionally and financially. I’ve decided to stay, not move.  It’s also because of all the return address labels I have.  I don’t want the Vets, the disabled, St. John’s or Luke’s hospital, Easter Seals, the Shiners and the adorable Native American children to think I don’t appreciate the labels with my return address, cards and notepads. I do wonder though if their marketing people are familiar with the internet and paperless billing.  I only mail one bill a month now.  And the only reason I do that is to use the labels and keep up the practice of check writing.  Kids these days…. they don’t even know what checks are, let alone how to fill one out. So, I keep up the nostalgia. Maybe what I should do is start mailing the cards to random people.  That would be nice.  Everyone likes mail that’s not a bill or advertisement.  Now look at that, if my head wasn’t so clear, so relaxed, would I have come up with that solution?

I mentioned to mom the other day that I can understand words of songs now when I hear them on the radio or through Alexa (don’t say that out loud, she’s always listening). One of my favorite laughing memories is my college roommate Barb singing songs, always the wrong lyrics, but never in doubt. In the past I wouldn’t even try to pretend to know what the words were but lately, post Covid, I can hear better.  Don’t you wonder what that’s about?  I also think much clearer (or is it clearly?) I feel clear headed and calmer and much happier.  I’m restless like the rest of the world. I’m anxious and looking forward to going out to eat but I don’t mind waiting.  I think a year is good.  Let this thing run its course for one year.  Let’s see how it plays out.  Don’t you think?  No one wants to listen to me.  Even I don’t listen to me.

We all think we know better; apparently we need to live and learn.  We can no longer be satisfied with being told; we need to learn it for ourselves.  Is this thing bad or not?  Are we going to die or infect someone else and they die?  Personally, I’m not ready to get back out there.  I am sure to wander through a Ross Dress for Less sooner than later but for the most part I’m happy with just wait and see.  I have lived and learned plenty of lessons already. My life experience is saying stay home, continue to catch up on Outlander, let the others test their bravado. I’m ordering in. 

xoxoxo