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Time is a Thief

As I write this, everyone everywhere is caught in the grip of the COVID-19 pandemic. People are sick, dying, going bonkers in quarantine and missing out on valuable family memories. Some are getting creative in how they cope and some just struggle through the madness one moment at a time.

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For me, the quarantine isn’t so bad. I’m a homebody who finally gets to stay  home. I’ve yearned for some time alone at home for years now. I’m sorry it has come at such a huge cost to the world, and the nation, but overall, I am handling the stay-home order well. I have supplies, food, and pets. I’m good.

What does upset me is the zillions of people posting on social media sites of how incredibly bored they are. Bored?? I wish! My problem is quite the opposite. For starters, like millions of others, my small business has all but dried up. No one needs dog walkers or pet sitters at the moment, so all my business income is gone. I am hoping this will be a temporary set back, and not a year-long problem. My larger dilemma at the moment is my health.

Beginning a few weeks before coronavirus was a well-known word, I began having discomfort in my left hip, leg and foot. It worsened so that by the time everyone cancelled on me, I was actually thankful for the break due to the excruciating agony of trying to drive, walk, etc… required of me.

So now I had spare time at home–lots of spare time–and I hurt too bad to enjoy it. I look at the dusty house, disorganized garage, plants that never got planted in the gardens last fall, and the mounds of writing I have to get done (since some of it is already past due). Unfortunately I still cannot sit for long, bend, kneel, or do much of anything. The pain killers I take to manage through the day only make me too groggy to write. This gift of time at home each day is sadly being wasted. And I’m upset at the thief who is stealing it.

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I have a surgery date scheduled and if the hospital does not cancel elective surgeries, I will soon be okay, and pretty much able-bodied. Perhaps then I can sit long enough to write, plus clean and organize or maybe plant some things in the yard. In the meantime when I read people complaining on social media about  how bored they are, I want to scream. Then I want to invite them over and greet them at the door with either a broom, dust mop, brush, rake, or shovel. I can fix ‘bored’. What I cannot fix is time stealing all my free stay-home days that are systematically being wasted.

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Gamechanger has been a word used in my life a fair bit lately. When I reflect back over the previous twelve months, I can see several gamechanger events that blended together and made 2019 resemble a fruit smoothie.

Some have been good events, a few planned out and brought to fruition and others just a happy happenstance. A few were tragic, negative or just plain bad. Either way, they each added to the mixture.

A few happy examples include the installation of a secondary fenced yard that eliminates the need to leash walk dogs now.  Not only does that make walking multiple dogs easier, that became critically important in December.  A surgery in December proved to be helpful in long-standing health concerns. A new book release with a new publishing house last fall has opened more literary doors.

Most recently a chance occurrence with my old house lead to a partial bathroom remodel, that includes the happy addition of  a 1925 Kohler claw-foot tub, which happens to be a long-term dream of mine to have. I have a wonderful old soaking tub now, which is a positive gamechanger.

In the spring, I impulsively bought some day-old chicks, and then some more chicks. It was crazy when they outgrew their brooder and started wandering all over the house because everywhere I put them, they quickly outgrew it. It was several months before I finally got their outside coop finished and they moved out of my house. That was a gamechanger in itself, but it also taught me I could transform my little courtyard to a backyard chicken coop.

Negatively, February 2019 brought a tragic shock that took me about six weeks to even begin to recover from. Big gamechanger. In September my middle-aged computer crashed and I lost everything on it. Merrily I’d been storing files and pictures to a cloud-based storage, confident I had a good backup should I ever need it. Was I ever surprised to learn for three years everything that showed as uploaded on my end never actually reached the cloud. It was simply lost somewhere in the ozone.

Three years of everything was simply gone. Big gamechanger. One of those ‘gone’ things was the novel I’d been pounding away on for three years. It was to go to the publisher that coming weekend, I had the contract signed, a rough release date, and cover work was starting. Now it was Gone. Not a scrap was salvaged. That series of September losses took me two months to begin to get over.

As I run 2019 back through my memory, with the exception of those two massive setbacks, it hasn’t been too bad. I adopted a senior dog and enjoy her company immensely. I have stayed busy in my “day job” business and it feels good to know I am appreciated and needed.

I have learned to master new technology tricks, especially with my smart-alec phone, and they’ve certainly been gamechangers. I can now verbally dictate notes into the phone, send it to my email and retrieve it later on or text verbally on the go to clients, saving time I used to just sit and text. Gamechanger. Using the zoom and key photo options, I can capture great action shots of my clients, which makes them happy. Gamechanger. I have Lucille, the GPS map program that gives  me shortcuts to places I need to go, saving me untold hours each month in lost travel time. Huge gamechanger. All that stuff is just sitting in the palm of my hand.

Thinking of all these gamechanger advances and revelations, I can only hope to use them positively in 2020. My hope is to remain more diligent with blogging. Time escaped me in 2019, and maybe I can reclaim some of it going forward. I might even get to reading a few of the countless books I’ve purchased in the last couple of years and start leaving reviews here again. I do read, but I am not at liberty to post those reviews.

I’d like to bring back the “I’ve been thinking…” feature. I do think–a lot–usually as I am running up and down the roads like the cartoon Roadrunner. Now that I’ve mastered the “Suri, send me an email” gamechanger, perhaps I can dictate the bones of my “thinking” and get it moved over to the blog relatively easily. Maybe.

With a houseful of critters, and those who live outside, I’d like to post pictures, anecdotes, and more. Heaven knows they keep me in stitches any given day.

Are there any special posts you’d like to see in this blog? If so, leave me a comment. I’d love to hear your thoughts. This blog exists for others to read it. If I can put something meaningful here, that is all I can ask for.

via Wednesday Writers–September’s Song by Ryan Jo Summers

via By Rote with Ryan: Criticism

via By Rote with Ryan–The Ladies in My Life

via By Rote with Ryan: Including details in your writing

Source: Book Reviews – The US Review of Books: Professional Book Reviews

 

This is the review for “September’s Song”, my recent women’s fiction/ metaphysical release.