Fortunately, I live in a town where restrictions were not very much imposed. However, if I were a traveler, I would have had to contend with fascist Trudeau’s draconian mandates.
We were home from mid March to the end of April. I crocheted 5 pairs of fingerless gloves, and finished 8 cross stitch projects. My husband made cookies, bread, and bagels every week. For a while there, I was fat and happy. Then, as soon as the weather got nice, we had to go back to work.
Dan was required to be put in harms way just to serve us in his official capacity. Not unlike other public servents during that time. If he still had the time to do all those other things, then I got nuthin else to say, other than “Thank You for your Service Dan, and send me some of those pickles!”
While it’s embarrassing how little our life changed socially, both our work life (outside of working more from home for two and half months) and entertainment didn’t change – cats, TV, books, puzzles. So, I’m startled about the wackadoo feeling if one normally works from home and stays entertained at home, especially after only two months. I wonder if it’s more the feeling of the socializing aspect being removed… sort of like the character in Harriet the Spy who stayed in bed all day – (minor spoiler) until her doctor said she HAD to, and then she went out and about everywhere. “I’m ok staying home drawing, watching TV, playing with cats – wait, what do you mean that’s ALL I can do?!”
Embarrassingly, our mental health improved (well, other than terror of dying), because we introverts felt less guilt about not going places and dealing with (shudder) people. No bad squirming of how we SHOULD go somewhere… we couldn’t! Yay!
seanfear 7 months ago
it was during that time that I’ve realized two things: a) time to retire, b) need to get a house of my own (done “a” but “b” not any time soon)
Pharmakeus Ubik 7 months ago
When you can reach 23° Rosicrucian, we’ll talk.
blunebottle 7 months ago
Fortunately, I live in a town where restrictions were not very much imposed. However, if I were a traveler, I would have had to contend with fascist Trudeau’s draconian mandates.
arolarson Premium Member 7 months ago
Good timing Amanda….reminding everyone that 2016-2020, especially 2020, was not a golden age!
Melki Premium Member 7 months ago
We were home from mid March to the end of April. I crocheted 5 pairs of fingerless gloves, and finished 8 cross stitch projects. My husband made cookies, bread, and bagels every week. For a while there, I was fat and happy. Then, as soon as the weather got nice, we had to go back to work.
Mike Baldwin creator 7 months ago
Weren’t we all!
Mary Ellen 7 months ago
I find life is much easier when you just embrace going wackadoo.
coltish1. 7 months ago
Some people who say, “You’re driving me crazy!” need to be told, “Yeah, and for you, it’w the very next offramp.”
Definitely not you, Amanda.
BJIllistrated Premium Member 7 months ago
Dan was required to be put in harms way just to serve us in his official capacity. Not unlike other public servents during that time. If he still had the time to do all those other things, then I got nuthin else to say, other than “Thank You for your Service Dan, and send me some of those pickles!”
Comicsandcookies 7 months ago
While it’s embarrassing how little our life changed socially, both our work life (outside of working more from home for two and half months) and entertainment didn’t change – cats, TV, books, puzzles. So, I’m startled about the wackadoo feeling if one normally works from home and stays entertained at home, especially after only two months. I wonder if it’s more the feeling of the socializing aspect being removed… sort of like the character in Harriet the Spy who stayed in bed all day – (minor spoiler) until her doctor said she HAD to, and then she went out and about everywhere. “I’m ok staying home drawing, watching TV, playing with cats – wait, what do you mean that’s ALL I can do?!”
Embarrassingly, our mental health improved (well, other than terror of dying), because we introverts felt less guilt about not going places and dealing with (shudder) people. No bad squirming of how we SHOULD go somewhere… we couldn’t! Yay!