Now we are at the end of June. This month was LitFest, presented by Lighthouse Writers Workshop. This year the festival was delivered via Zoom. Initially I was hesitant to plunk my money down to stay at home; shouldn't they be offering a whopping special since I won't be using their electricity and toilet paper. (no longer a hot commodity, but still a necessity!) Something I knew, but confirmed in Q is that whatever I resist, I should embrace. I have a tablet and always thought that I was a hard book in hand kind of reader. But with libraries closed and my personal collection being almost exclusively non-fiction, I took the leap, downloaded Hoopla and am giving e-reading a try.
A while back Nia, my preferred exercise and dance practice, launched NiaTV. Here again, I was of the ilk that I don't need to watch a video in order to dance. I go to the Y. I love my teachers and fellow dancers so much I've written poetry and prose about them. Now, unable to go to the Y, and with Nia HQ offering a free trial, I took the leap (arabesque?) and signed up. My morning routine consists of a warm-up by moving furniture around to create a space in my living room to jazz-square, cross-front and shimmy. Plus I enjoy a few unexpected bonuses, one being I can dance on demand and the other is dancing on carpet is sooo much easier on my knees. Who knew?
For me, a routine is a component of my sanity. Thus, each day looks pretty much the same. Coffee and a morning write, often on my front porch, no matter the weather. Exercise to the TV - yes TV - because I figured out how to duplicate my laptop screen onto the TV. No squinting! And since Nia includes Floorplay, and yoga is up and down (kind of like temple/church) I can put my laptop on the floor and never strain my neck to see what I am supposed to be doing.
Before I know it, two meals under my stretchy yoga pant waistband, it is afternoon. More reading, maybe some mindless TV, or an Al-Anon meeting, a phone chat or two, more writing.... you get the picture. Somehow the day passes, nighttime falls, and then I get to wake up and do it all, or nothing, again.
Occasionally I sneak in a trip up the highway to see the kids and grands. But with everyone going back to work, this is going to become less frequent and more heartbreaking. I'm in a double risk category and take the cautions to Q seriously. As my mom would have said "this too shall pass". Yes it will. When?
So blog... I am back. I will endeavor to fill some pages, if for no other reason then to document these difficult times. And to process the range of emotions I roller-coaster on a daily basis.
Time to Write,
Jane
For me, a routine is a component of my sanity. Thus, each day looks pretty much the same. Coffee and a morning write, often on my front porch, no matter the weather. Exercise to the TV - yes TV - because I figured out how to duplicate my laptop screen onto the TV. No squinting! And since Nia includes Floorplay, and yoga is up and down (kind of like temple/church) I can put my laptop on the floor and never strain my neck to see what I am supposed to be doing.
Before I know it, two meals under my stretchy yoga pant waistband, it is afternoon. More reading, maybe some mindless TV, or an Al-Anon meeting, a phone chat or two, more writing.... you get the picture. Somehow the day passes, nighttime falls, and then I get to wake up and do it all, or nothing, again.
Occasionally I sneak in a trip up the highway to see the kids and grands. But with everyone going back to work, this is going to become less frequent and more heartbreaking. I'm in a double risk category and take the cautions to Q seriously. As my mom would have said "this too shall pass". Yes it will. When?
So blog... I am back. I will endeavor to fill some pages, if for no other reason then to document these difficult times. And to process the range of emotions I roller-coaster on a daily basis.
Time to Write,
Jane
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