I wouldn’t say I was a conscientious cleaner, but we have all discovered how much cleaning we need to do now that we are spending so much time at home. Within a week, I’ve run out of wipes, and I’m sure the stores are out of them, too. Fortunately the wipes for the furniture can still be handled with the original cleaner I have in the cans which I forsook when I discovered the wipes.
We are fickle enough to go for the next big thing, but the old standbys are always there when we need them.
Yesterday I decluttered part of my bedroom, but my efforts have caused a new problem, because it involved shredding and our trash crew won’t take shredded paper. I used to be able to take it to the office and combine it with what I shredded there, but it looks like I may not see my actual office until maybe after Memorial Day.
The waste management crew are fickle, too, so the shredding will remain in a designated spot, unwanted by all. I also discovered that the waste collectors favor some homes over others, as I watched them bowl recycle buckets into the gutters for all houses except one, for which they returned them to the curb. Yup, they’re fickle.
This past week I tried some new foods in the kitchen: lo mein and quinoa. They both went over well, but since I only got one of each, we won’t see them again until there is more room in the pantry.
The african violet I brought home from the office became too top heavy and keeled over, and I discovered I don’t have any potting soil, so sometime this coming week I’ll discover the joys of curbside pickup at the local hardware store for one bag of potting soil.
At least the plant will be happy.
My hair is growing out like everybody else’s. Stylists are advising against home jobs because nobody will be around to fix mistakes. However, Bob Ross, the late painter of happy landscapes and teacher for the beginning artist, always talked about happy accidents, so maybe a color error will become the new trend once we’re out and about again. One thing I won’t do is cut or color my hair. I’m fickle, and am embracing the hair for my age the way it is.
I don’t know about some parts of the country, but our local networks have been giving regular reports on hospital admissions, deaths and other statistics, and networks like ABC have a daily program about the pandemic. While I’m working from home and trying to iron out the fine lines between my work space and home space, figures coming from the television don’t penetrate the brain like the figures I report on during work. Concentrating on the immediate environment has become necessary, and it’s keeping me more grounded than any special reporting can.
It’s not being fickle: it’s about being pragmatic about where we are and what needs to be done, one item at a time.
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