Several years ago I had the pleasure of writing for The Grand Valley Magazine. It was a highlight of my life for about two years. I don’t consider myself a writer, a wordsmith, essayist, etc., but perhaps a misinformation specialist...a put-‘togetherer’-of words.
Fast forward to now. The Days of COVID. Like so many, we are finding ourselves in a state of bewilderment. Waking up in the mornings wondering if this is really happening. Then realizing... it really is. Crazy things are happening to me. Like going to the grocery store for milk, a loaf of bread, and eggs. Grabbing a sanitized cart and then having my temperature taken by someone pointing a wand at my forehand, then wandering around going the wrong way on a one-way aisle, apologizing with a muffled voice through a mask to the woman looking askance at me, and leaving the store with two cases of beer. Note to self: don’t let them point that thing at your head. It erases your memory. And speaking of masks. . . I have one hanging off my rear view mirror, gear shift, turn signal lever, and anything else that protrudes in my car. But just as with my glasses, I get to the store’s front door and start doing the Macarena looking for a mask. Just before I panic, I realize I have one hanging off each ear. And speaking of masks, as for you friends who are my age with crepe paper necks and turkey waddles, if you hook the elastic around each ear and pull the mask down below your chin. . . TaDa. It totally hides all that. This idea might just put plastic surgeons out of business. Well, maybe not. There’s still the droopy boobies.
All this to say. . . I've been asking Alexa what my wellness hint for the day is. Yesterday she gave me a bullet point list about adding humor and levity to my life during these uncertain times. Today she told me to find an activity that at one time gave me pleasure and to rekindle it.
So, I’ve decided to start blogging again.
Maybe not everyday like in the past, but just enough to give me something to look forward to. Writing. Putting words together.
In the meantime, I’m headed to the kitchen to look for the milk, bread, and eggs. I went to the grocery store today. I know they’re in there somewhere.
Who bought all this beer?
