What To Talk About…?

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of talking about COVID-19. Exhausted just thinking about it. But the topics for conversation are limited right now since we’re all doing the same thing. I’ve been racking my brain as to what exactly I was going to write about this week. I haven’t been all that successful.

There are a lot of memes and jokes floating around about introverts and nerds preparing for this stay-at-home order/advisory/request their whole lives. I chuckled and realized that yes, our house is probably more equipped than a lot of other folks in terms of entertainment.

I’m not talking about movies and TV. Although, we do have a healthy stock available in that category. When Adam and I moved in together, we spent two evenings going through our collections for duplicates and then organizing. Hobbies abound in this house. Miniature painting, sewing, scrapbooking, writing, reading. I will stop the list there.

I think you can tell what rules the roost here. In normal times, I find I don’t have enough time to spend on my hobbies. You’d think all of my time would be spoken for, and I could gab away for pages and pages about it. If this were normal times, maybe I could. These are not normal times, though.

As often as I have seen nerd preparedness memes, I’ve seen just as many fighting back against the push for people to do all of those things that we don’t usually have time for. An excellent idea, in theory. The number of hours unspoken for isn’t the only part of the equation for many of those dog eared items. Focus, creativity, and a lot of other components go into it too.

Those things have a hard time growing in a high-stress environment. I know. I just called being asked to stay home a high-stress environment. Absurd to say or read, but it’s true. We are on a rollercoaster, it’s stopped mid-ride, and have no idea when we are going to be let off.

And I’ve been stalling so far to come up with what to talk about. Sorry for the free write brain dump. Where was I going? Ah yes, finding a Monday groove.

Trying a new recipe every week would be titillating but ultimately probably a bad idea. Not to say I won’t put up recipe attempts. In addition to the long list of modern recipes, there is a small catalog of historical recipes at my disposal. Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts and Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia have 18th and 19th century recipes I wouldn’t mind experimenting with.

There shouldn’t be a downside here. These recipes should kill a lot of my time and make for some interesting posts. Two people live in this house. Both of whom are trying to fight off the Quarantine 15. Burning through our baking stores without a larger audience to assist in devouring the end results would prove counterproductive to our goal.

Not to mention we were set to run/walk a 5K this weekend. Slogging through three miles with Chelsea Buns and Parmesan ice cream along for the ride would be defeating and uncomfortable. We have enough defeating things going on right now. Which means I’ll refrain from making this a baking heavy blog for the moment.

The real road race wasn’t canceled outright. We will be trotting along the roads of Worcester in 2021. That said, we are still set to observe the race in our neighborhood, just the two of us. Weather permitting, of course. Since it’s only a 5K, there isn’t much training to talk about. I’m not sure I could make running around the block very interesting to all of you anyway.

Games and books are far safer territory in terms of my feud with the scale. I’ve finished several books I want to share with you. Once I figure out how I want to talk about them, that is. I really need to stop stumbling into nooks that are part of a larger series.

Our weeks have had a pretty consistent showing of game nights. There’s been a good mix of old favorites and new adventures. These, too, will help me chug along with content. Even though those are typically Wednesday fare. I could condense posts on lean weeks.

I didn’t realize how much Adam and I were out and about before all this. Yeah, all this time you have now, that’s where it’s coming from. To quote Forrest Gump, “I’m not a smart [wo]man.”

I am not complaining. If there was ever a problem to have, I know it’s having time on your hands. But this problem comes with a lot of tag along baggage. So, hopefully, you bear with me as I figure out what to put in here. I’ll put my thinking cap on for next week, so you don’t get another free write to nowhere.