“Remoted” – Day 384 (Sunday)

Back when Easter involved "outfits"
 and amusement parks.

It was a quiet day with the dogs. There was no Easter bonnet or new spring-colored coat like in my youth when every Easter included a new outfit of dress, shoes and accessories. There were no flowers or dyed eggs, because of the whole being lazy thing, plus it would be pointless with no kids to share it with. An egg hunt loses a lot of the fun when it’s the same one person doing the hiding and the finding. There is no need to ask how I know this. 

An invitation to Easter dinner had been declined. It was partly due to my not being vaccinated yet, and the infection rates seem to be increasing again. I haven’t been this careful for this many days to eff it up now. The other part of the reason for declining now seems like a slightly selfish need/desire to have the day to myself and do nothing. This is almost comical, as 95% of my days are spent alone. The other 5% is talking across the yard to a neighbor, video meetings at work, or standing across the counter at a store while paying for things.

The day of solitude included the usual amount of thinking of things I could do and then not doing them. Baking a cherry pie or cherry cake were each considered. Neither happened, but it's nice to have options. For a nano-second, the idea of swapping out the winter wardrobe for spring was on the radar, then passively rejected by simply not doing it. Starting the yard work was briefly entertained, but when I went outside with the dogs, it was colder than I thought it would be and the idea was nixed.

On the accomplishments side of the equation, there was a small amount of cooking, laundry, and vacuuming. The thinking and the actual doing amounted to a higher level of activity than initially intended for the day of doing nothing, but at least the sheets and the rugs are clean. When the vacuum started making a smell like something was burning, it seemed like the perfect time to stop. The odor was concerning and annoying as the vacuum isn’t that old and certainly does not in any way suffer from overuse. Maybe some magical, mythical day I will be the type of domestic engineer that will work the household appliances to death, but this is doubtful.