by lorrie s……
I’m not a writer. I can ramble on but I am by no means a writer. I love Nicole and her creativity and this project just seemed like a wonderful way to remember the pandemic. Or maybe it’s an excuse to remember/dissect the year and my life during it. I am not a “journaling” person (apparently “journaler” is not a real word. The dramatic red lines under the misused/misspelled/non-existent word screaming at me to use another word tell me so) and writing projects always make my palms sweat but here I am. Nicole’s email is “Soul Sister Nicole” in my contacts, hence the reason I am here to gladly support her.
I will never write a book so no worries it will be too long. Actually, I am not even sure what subject to write about, there are so many…
My new found phobia of being caught in the pandemic without food that has me stocking up on anything that I happen to use. That’s a huge writing project. Tuna and the inability for Costco to stock my two brands all the time anymore occupies much of my time while constructing my shopping list. “Constructing” may not be the right word but it does feel like a huge massive project to make sure one does not starve to death should everything close down. Maybe truckers can’t get the food to us, the produce can’t be picked….it goes on forever.
Masks and making sure there are enough for me and everyone else I know. I sewed masks when they couldn’t be found anywhere and told my children, my surrogate parents, friends, my sister and anyone else I love that I would send them a mask. I sewed them, put them in nice little piles to mail, made extra filters for them and just today I moved them once again from one place to another. I never mailed them and probably won’t. Major note here, I don’t normally sew. LOL! I have a sewing machine but I had not even opened up the box. Another long subject with some psychological hidden process going on I’m sure. I want to help everyone but I just can’t commit to it. I’m too lazy to make it to the post office. I have good intentions but fall short. Wow, this will be a fun one to write.
The weight gain and the inability (I used that word already but it seems to work well here too) to motivate out the door to even walk. Oh, I’ve made it out a few days in a row and then get busy or find something else to occupy my time. Everything else seems so more important than me. Gawd that sounds so much like a martyr and that is not who I am. I’m just using other things as an excuse for not exercising when I know it is the only thing that will keep me sane. LOL! There must be a very well-educated psychologist reading this that has all the answers. Write me, but first let me write a gut-wrenching account of my experience of abusing myself with chocolate, popcorn, butter and all the fun food groups. My tastebuds have loved the pandemic!
I wish I had some perfect insight to everything going on but there is none…. yet.
I love a company called “Postalco”. www.postalco.net It’s a Japanese company and they make beautiful paper goods, leather goods and a limited clothing line. I love paper goods of all kinds and have a large collection of notebooks, folders, Midori traveler’s inserts etc. They have a wonderful tactile feeling, visually they are soothing to me and it is always an artistic endeavor to put together a new binder, Midori or booklet for a new project, special occasion or just for the fun of it. Recently I ordered a collection of items as a gift for my husband from Postalco. It was shipped from Japan via DHL and arrived very quickly. They had wrapped it so simply; it was beautiful in blue paper with a thin black waxed string tied around it in a single bow. It wasn’t gaudy or flashy, just beautiful. Inside was enclosed a handwritten note of how they had wrapped the present in two packages because they couldn’t wrap everything together. They included a yearly calendar they mail out and little notes on tissue paper that are just lovely to read. I loved the care they took to send me my package. I am across an ocean, they may never see me in person, I may never order from them again but they reached out to me and for that moment when I opened their package, we were one. Their kindness and thoughtfulness washed over me and gave me hope. Hope that the pandemic will end, that people will be nice to each other again, and hope that one day I will walk into their store and see if Yuki is there. I will thank her for her moment of kindness and thoughtfulness when it was so needed.
I’ll work on the rest of my list of things to write about. Maybe about the rabbit that visits my back yard everyday and all the other creatures I have seen. I think they call this a “cliff hanger”.
Love to all! Be kind. I’m off to make dinner.
PS my package from Postalco reminds me a beautiful package I received from a lovely lady this year! It too gave me hope of things to come and reminded me of the love that surrounds us!