I stay at home because the most effective method of staying healthy is to enjoy a quiet place.
Our studio apartment is too small for two people. The size allows for easy cleaning. You learn how to share space.
My husband is so dedicated to my happiness. I always feel lucky to be with him. We share in the tasks of keeping our household together.
I have access to music of all kinds, books of all subjects, and movies/series of all genres.
As I evolved from arguing with people not equipped with a similar skill set I do not attempt the feat. People with set opinions never change. This is a life killing attitude.
I listen. Being quiet does not mean your mind is off. You are inside mostly. You tend to judge those around you. Winding up with a hard to tolerate level of noise is the price you sometimes pay.
All of the pointless uninformed opinions swirl like an infinite mass of absurd jokes.
Social media became a tool for the haves to show up the have nots daily. Now travel is seen as a risk one should not take lightly.
Crises exposes those with defaults on idiocy. The noisy vane overachievers have the largest burden. They must produce at all costs.
Constant pressure to reach for the brass ring results in stresses that can be deadly. The very few who must ride a nearly deserted transit system are risking all so that we may have a chance at survival.
I am loving my quiet place. I had just begun to work again before the stay at home order arrived. After completing the 5 day assignment the world changed.
Hey, I gave it my best shot. Now, I will stay happy at home. Making my husband happy makes me happy.
I know I must return to work someday. After nearly 2 months the solution is not clear. I think there must be a reform of society.
A stronger safety net should be created by cutting the military budget in half; going after corporations who have not invested in our way life.
The cosmos laughs at those who plan. Chaos has always reigned. We were just too busy taking selfies.
Rich nations need to have rainy day funds. Poorer nations need our help. If they suffer their hardships will spread until more fortunate lands feel the pain.
My coping skills are being tested. Each day I start with music. I have finally been able to grow into a lover of Jazz, Classical, and Opera.
Yes, dear readers, you are correct, I am done with Rock/ Pop. These times have made me take a hard look at myself. I am much more fulfilled with more mature art forms.
The small select group of artists I kept around include The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Iron Maiden, Styx, Queen, The Eagles, Elton John, David Bowie, Frank Zappa and Grateful Dead.
Bob Dylan has become my top favorite. His lyrics are peerless. All of these musicians are timeless in their messaging. We need to really listen closely.
Closing my decades long rock period does not mean I cannot appreciate the positive impact it’s lyrics/melodies have had on me. It just means I needed to make room for other music.
I have learned for myself that I change every ten years. Taste moves forward. Letting go of past distractions is quite liberating.
My afternoons are spent with a book. Currently I am finishing a Star Trek novel, “The Lost Years”, about the years following the end of the Enterprise’s five year mission.
I read non fiction too. A history of France and bio of President Grant are on my nightstand.
In the evenings my husband and I watch Jeopardy!, The Price Is Right, General Hospital and Friends and/or The Big Bang Theory. Movies on Amazon Prime and Netflix. Comedy specials on Netflix.
My husband cooks. I clean. We make a great team. Thankfully we have no kids. No pets. We have each other. In our quiet place.
I hope you are coping during this unprecedented pause in our go-go culture. Just remember that for most people around the world this struggle is a daily norm.
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Stay safe. Keep informed. We shall be together again.