One of our neighbors peddled by on her bike the other day.
She was WAY too happy for today’s crappy circumstances; cooking great meals for her hubby, gardening, getting projects done, reading “good books,” working out to YOUTUBE Zumba..
My dog assumed the position and deposited a steaming pile. I opened a poop-bag, bent down and scooped it up.
That was MY exercise for the day.
What made matters worse is that my husband, who was also outside, (still hand painting our entire house) was relating to everything our sweet neighbor said..I mean let’s face it, he’s living his best quarantined life too; biking, jogging, reading, watching ‘World War Z’ fifty times, obviously painting anything that stands still long enough for him to grab a brush..
Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m in bed all day- I’m not. I’m “doing” things.. I just don’t feel like I’m “accomplishing” anything.
There’s a difference.
The bitter irony in all of this is that I spent the better part of the last two (three?) pre-Covid years clearing out closets and repainting the ENTIRE inside of our home. Last year we had the whole house tiled in faux wood and a new kitchen installed..so other than getting my dry/cracked heels “beach ready,” there aren’t too many quarantine projects left to do.
Heaven help me, but it looks like all roads really do lead to “good books” and online Zumba.