It’s been a little over a week now since all of this COVID-19 stuff got downright scary. Since social distancing become a part of the common vernacular. It seems like months. Damn.
I mean it’s always been serious, but we went from an action movie where that one single action hero has to stop the crazy people from letting the scary virus loose on a completely ignorant public to the flashback scenes in an apocalyptic horror movie. Then you smear on the terrible political bureaucratic baloney that has only gotten worse since this whole thing started and there you have the Nightmare Of 2020.
I went from a woman just beginning to gather her shit up (I DID NOT HAVE IT TOGETHER YET DAMN IT) to a housewife from the 1870’s raising her kids on the prairies.
I grew up obsessed with the Little House books and everything Laura Ingalls Wilder. Gawd, I wanted to be Laura. I had the hair and the buck teeth and my Grandma bought me a bonnet. Laura had so much fun running around in the wild. Instead I’m Ma. Ma isn’t fun.
Like Ma I’m trying to find the will to live in the small things. The small things being that unlike Ma I have electricity, running water, and can vote while wearing pants.
I love being home with the kids. I really do. I even planned on home schooling next school year. But I wasn’t 100% ready yet, like I said before, and in the other few posts on this blog, I was just starting to gather my shit.
If you have read any of this blog than you know that I’ve been practicing social distancing before it became cool. I’ve been trying to live at home like a hermit because my social anxiety reached a breaking point. I also really like being alone. I don’t mind working, I just can’t handle people. Not because I don’t want to, because I actually do, I just can’t and I really can’t 100% figure out why. It’s a really complex situation. I am a really complex situation.
The best places to learn about social distancing are in books written by women who lived a really long time ago and lived in the middle of the woods. Honestly just become an old witch.
This is really what I’m doing. Growing herbs and plants, taking care of a whole smattering of animals, and giving nonsensical advice to complete strangers.
My old crone advice is this:
The key to social distancing is really take some time to get to know yourself. If you can’t handle being alone with you then how do you expect the rest of us to be around you. Sheesh.
*Just kidding I’m sure you’re wonderful Dahling!
A Hermitess 