I’m glad I never started counting how many days we’ve been in isolation.
We had a kind of soft start here, construction was considered essential work and our renovation was in full swing when the isolation measures were first announced.
Subsequent restructuring of the list of essential workers took unnecessary work off the list. That is to say, if you could survive in your home with the work undone than the construction was deemed unnecessary, so we called a halt.
We still went out for groceries and necessities, but isolated ourselves.
Now we order most of what we need. Well, all of what we need actually, though some of our orders involve curb side pick up, so we’re still going out every now and then.
So things have really slowed down here.
Ha! Really not!
In truth I have more things to do because of several things that have changed in my world.
For one thing …
My partner has become my isolation partner. And all the things I would have said out loud, but to myself while she was at work, I can now say to her.
The problem is that many of the things I say out loud are declarations of intent to do things. And since she is now witness to those previously easily forgotten declarations of intent, I feel obligated to follow through.
And so I should
They’re mostly good ideas, so I should just go ahead with them, but as you know, we people with ADHD often bite off way more than we can chew when it comes to starting things.
As an example, there was a decal on the wall in the stairwell here that has always bothered me. It was nice enough, but, like a tattoo that means nothing to the wearer, it had no significance to us or to our home. It was a stylized silhouette of an owl in a tree of flowers.
So today, on a whim, I got out my razor knife and started to take it down.
Other decals in this house, and there are a few, were of a clingy type that had little adhesive on them and they abandoned their hold on walls with relative ease. Not do the owl in the tree, it clung on with all its talons and left grudgingly but took some paint and wall with it.
The resultant flawed finish means that I now have to skim coat that piece of wall. And since there are some popped nails in the wall board I might as well clean and refill them.
How do I get into these situations?
I can’t sit still. Well, I can’t sit still without realizing that I have dozens of projects around the house that I’ve promised myself or my partner that I’d do.
And I can’t go out. I have no immediate plans to go out, but that just means that I keep thinking up things to do and then they get out of hand, like the owl, and the wall, and the nails … did I mention that the wall is nearly fourteen feet high?
But it could be worse. I remember being a child and having nothing to do on a rainy day. I remember that there was anxiety involved in that situation that was almost physically painful.
At least I can keep myself busy now. Stay safe, people. Stay home.