I’ve Lost More than my Mind

Okay.  Do you want the good news or bad news first?

The good news is fairly obvious.  With a little help from some friends, I’ve changed my website.  And by that, I mean a friend did everything and is slowly teaching me how to do it myself.

The bad news is I may have lost the last three years of blog posts.

Losing all of that writing has been difficult.  (Is this too obvious a statement?)

Now I’m trying to write more, but 2020 has been an incredibly difficult year for writing for me.    I occasionally put out a couple of videos on Instagram, but those are on a whim.  Without much editing.  When my hair is combed.

Writing is more of a thinking sport for me.  It hasn’t come as easily this year.  It’s never been easy peasy, but usually ideas run around in my head.  But not this year.  I still see irony in life – there are too many different opinions about Covid to not see some irony.  Staying away from family but crowding in a line to get into Bath and Bodyworks screams irony.  Especially if there is still a line at 3pm.  If I need bath and shower gel at 3pm, I shouldn’t be out in public.  

My sarcasm hasn’t gone away, either.  

This is what my sarcasm would look like if it it did walk away, however.

I’ve been doing a lot of online shopping, filling up the little shopping cart, filling in all of my information for checkout…. Until we get to payment.  If my credit card is in the other room, nothing will be purchased that day.  

If there is more than one person in line at a grocery store, I question whether my kids really do need fruits and vegetables.  I bet it would take a long time for them to get scurvy.  And I bottled peaches in August so we’re fine. – I’m unsure if the person who is checking out is included as being in a line – if that person isn’t in line then switch the number of people in line to zero.

If standing in line (socially distanced), getting a credit card in the other room, and showering after 3pm is asking too much right now, how can I expect my writing muse to fly above my head, raining ideas down upon me.  Let’s be honest – she’s probably back at the store getting fruit.
Watching The Great British Bake Off has helped a bit.  It has helped since I first discovered it.  I realize someone somewhere is making a model of the Colosseum out of focaccia bread and life is better.  Especially when the chariot and horses are made out of rye.  

And I don’t even like rye.

I may not have my house decorated like it usually is this time of year – I have some decorations – I’m not dead inside – but it doesn’t matter.  Because Paul Hollywood is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater while insulting a grandmother from Sunderland because her biscuit doesn’t snap.

I know how she feels.

I’m not sure how to end this one.  I’ve admitted to not feeding my kids, adopting Covid hygiene, and cooking non-snapping biscuits.

Here’s for hoping we can find those old posts.