I feel lucky about the things I have but also missing some things. I have a nice home and money to buy what I need. I have a backyard to enjoy the outdoors without fear. I don’t live in a highly congested apartment building or an over populated city. My family and friends live nearby even though the pandemic has kept us apart, it’s still a comforting feeling knowing they’re close by.
I have medical insurance, a car to get around, clean clothes to wear, food and most of all a supportive wife who listens to my lame jokes and rants.
There are things I miss that have no monetary value but they seem more important now than ever. I’m a people watcher. I can be in a crowd of people and be entertained by watching others. I’ve always been that way, so I miss that activity because we don’t got out much right now. In the past going to the store, any store was an adventure because of the people you interacted with. That’s not the case any longer. The only person I’m with is my wife, but she’s not all thrilled with my favorite hobby.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m watching you.” I commented. “It’s my thing.”
“Well, stop it.” She insisted. “It’s annoying.”
“I’m a people watcher and you’re the only people here.”
She waves her hand. “Go do something . . . write a story just quit bugging me.”
“Okay . . . but I notice a bit of tension in your voice.”
She has no response, but shakes her head. So I decide to move on to a different activity, something safer, like this story. I mean after all it was her suggestion.
Getting a haircut during the pandemic can be a problem, but luckily for me one the skills my wife has acquired is cutting hair. Long ago when we were first married she cut my hair because it was more economical, and over the years she has become pretty good at it. Mimi is my favorite barber, I tell her frequently, usually right before I need a haircut. Sometimes she refuses and tells me to go to a regular barber, but during the pandemic it’s been different.
Because she’s doing me a favor I try to give her the true barber experience by discussing topics that you have with a regular barber. I ask her about baseball and the recent trade or her prediction of the season. Sometimes, I get a funny retort, but often I’m ignored.
Occasionally, I request a special cut. “I’d like a Brad Pitt or Ryan Reynolds style cut today.”
“I’m just cutting hair not doing plastic surgery.”
“Okay, then I’ll take that as a no.”
She laughed. “You might be better suited to a Professor Irwin Cory cut.”
“On second thought just go with my regular cut.”
When she cut my hair recently, I questioned her about the pandemic. She was not fascinated by my questions. Oh! I was just trying to keep the conversation current.
One other thing I noticed about the do’s and don’t s for the virus is the warning not to touch your face. Now in the past, I’ve never been aware that I touched my face, but now that I’ve been warned, touching my face seems to be super important.
So the pandemic has taught me to appreciate what I have and be patient with the things I miss until they return. I try to follow the rules, but sometimes I may slip so be patient with me. Right now I’m touching my face, “Just Saying . . . “
I have medical insurance, a car to get around, clean clothes to wear, food and most of all a supportive wife who listens to my lame jokes and rants.
There are things I miss that have no monetary value but they seem more important now than ever. I’m a people watcher. I can be in a crowd of people and be entertained by watching others. I’ve always been that way, so I miss that activity because we don’t got out much right now. In the past going to the store, any store was an adventure because of the people you interacted with. That’s not the case any longer. The only person I’m with is my wife, but she’s not all thrilled with my favorite hobby.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m watching you.” I commented. “It’s my thing.”
“Well, stop it.” She insisted. “It’s annoying.”
“I’m a people watcher and you’re the only people here.”
She waves her hand. “Go do something . . . write a story just quit bugging me.”
“Okay . . . but I notice a bit of tension in your voice.”
She has no response, but shakes her head. So I decide to move on to a different activity, something safer, like this story. I mean after all it was her suggestion.
Getting a haircut during the pandemic can be a problem, but luckily for me one the skills my wife has acquired is cutting hair. Long ago when we were first married she cut my hair because it was more economical, and over the years she has become pretty good at it. Mimi is my favorite barber, I tell her frequently, usually right before I need a haircut. Sometimes she refuses and tells me to go to a regular barber, but during the pandemic it’s been different.
Because she’s doing me a favor I try to give her the true barber experience by discussing topics that you have with a regular barber. I ask her about baseball and the recent trade or her prediction of the season. Sometimes, I get a funny retort, but often I’m ignored.
Occasionally, I request a special cut. “I’d like a Brad Pitt or Ryan Reynolds style cut today.”
“I’m just cutting hair not doing plastic surgery.”
“Okay, then I’ll take that as a no.”
She laughed. “You might be better suited to a Professor Irwin Cory cut.”
“On second thought just go with my regular cut.”
When she cut my hair recently, I questioned her about the pandemic. She was not fascinated by my questions. Oh! I was just trying to keep the conversation current.
One other thing I noticed about the do’s and don’t s for the virus is the warning not to touch your face. Now in the past, I’ve never been aware that I touched my face, but now that I’ve been warned, touching my face seems to be super important.
So the pandemic has taught me to appreciate what I have and be patient with the things I miss until they return. I try to follow the rules, but sometimes I may slip so be patient with me. Right now I’m touching my face, “Just Saying . . . “
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