It feels like I have been holed up forever.
I'm starting to feel like a hobbit.
I drink my morning coffee and work out the cryptogram in the newspaper every morning in my comfortable hobbit house. I usually do the crossword too. I clean my hobbit house. I tend to our hobbit stomachs by making carefully thought out meals, I putz around with my houseplants. I read. I write. I have a zoom class once a week. I go a couple blocks to think out food pantry ideas on Wednesdays. Once a week, I zip out to the grocery store for milk and perishables.
Now, mind you, I'm not complaining. I know that I'm a lucky woman. It's just that my comfortable life has gotten very, very small.
Today, I'm going to pick up 80 lbs of fresh chicken to be repackaged into single servings and popped into the freezer. It involves driving 30 minutes to a neighboring town. On the way, I need to stop to pick up freezer bags.
My God. I feel like the hobbit leaving his comfortable hobbit hole, setting out on a quest.
Don't let Smaug eat the chicken.😊 Life is pretty boring isn't it?ReplyDelete
Ah but you are wrong, young lady.ReplyDelete
You get right out of your burrow and right around the world - true, through magical wormholes - but 'tis both a bigger world and a smaller world from this angle.
Jeanie: A riddle! A riddle! OOOhhhhh!ReplyDelete
The vent days that help to keep us on track as Tuesday grocery pickup and Wednesday garbage collection. If we didn't have those two anchors, we might be completely adrift.ReplyDelete
Yeah, when I got excited one day because we were heading to Dollar General Store, I knew my life had sunk to new lows.ReplyDelete
I wish my life were a hobbit hole. With a blizzard heading for us, our school was the only school that didn't cancel yesterday. Instead they said they would let out at noon, right during the predicted heart of the blizzard. For once the weather forecasters were right on the mark. I was able to get down there and pick up the kids but I saw at least 50 wrecks or stalled/stuck cars along the way and the normal 5 minute trip back home took 40 minutes. I then had to turn around and go back and spend all afternoon and evening preparing 450 bowls of chili and accoutrements to sell at a fundraiser which I also had to man since nobody else showed up. Had I been able to pour myself a double of scotch, that would have been my capper for the day but instead I just rolled into bed and suffered the pain until I passed out.ReplyDelete
I heard that another blast of bad weather was headed your way. How many people showed up for chili? We woke up to freezing rain. We'll get the snow later today.ReplyDelete
I think many of us feel like this! I am DYING to travel somewhere, but there's just no way at the moment.ReplyDelete
Oh, goodness, we are living the same life! Except that we do get out to the woods or sea for a hike at least three times a week. Without that I’d go nuts! I wonder if we will look back on these days with nostalgia when the pace picks up again as surely it will.ReplyDelete
Life has become very small for most of us. Lets all hope the vaccine is the saviour it's being held up to be. Fingers crossed. xReplyDelete
I have work, so that gives me an outlet. But other than that, I relate to what you've written here.ReplyDelete
My adventure was taking my mom to get her first Covid shot at a parking lot of our local fair. So many cars and people! Those small excursions are a change from my homebound life!ReplyDelete
I don't know the final numbers but I'm guessing we sold about half of the chili but probably took in about 75% of the money we would have even on a fair weather day. The diehards and big supports came out regardless. I have a post written for Monday on the affair.ReplyDelete
Today, I am hobbling around the house dosing myself with regular amounts of Advil!ReplyDelete
That must be some truly excellent chili! Hopefully a recipe is part of Monday's post.ReplyDelete
Try to avoid Shelob, dear hobbit, for she is the worst.ReplyDelete
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The real quest is back at the hole, dear hobbit. That is a lot of chicken to process.ReplyDelete
Done and dusted. The thighs needed to be skinned. The breasts were boneless, skinless, and only needed to be separated. Took me an hour and a half all together.ReplyDelete