Detatched

 

Ontario seems to be treating the pandemic as "over" and people are getting back to a more "normal" life.  I think this is happening too soon but since I'm retired it's easier for me than for most to continue to limit contact and to continue to wear a mask - although a mask when others aren't wearing them is not nearly as protective.

But I'm realizing more and more that I'm used to being on my own and away from the world.  I've always been introverted and not that comfortable with people but I've found on the few occasions of late when I've been with friends that while it's nice to see them I'm glad when it's time to say goodbye and I can be on my own again.

I'm finding being in the busier world with more people incredibly annoying.  People just get on my nerves so much.  I just don't have the patience to deal with them.

I was considering going to visit some friends this summer but then the mere idea of coping with travel, of getting on a plane and being trapped in the air with humans just feels repulsive.  

At this point I don't know if I'm ever going to be willing, or able, to go back to life as it was.

Netflix: W1A

 

This British comedy is a delight.

As only the British can do comedy.

You have to pay attention though, the lines come fast and funny.

April 13, 2022

 

It's been a while since I've been on here.

I've been dealing with a health issue, which now seems to be resolving well, and some other life issues which are mostly still up in the air.

Add to that the situation in Ukraine, and other places, a lot of the world really, and I just haven't felt like logging on.

I've continued to read and watch video stuff.  

I  recommend a movie called "Mass".

On Netflix:

W1A is excellent.

I'm enjoying Casual.

I'm watching season 2 of Bridgerton but finding it slow.  Maybe it's too much just more of season 1.

I was invited to the seaside by friends and was tempted but in the end travel anxiety and Covid concerns have won out and I've decided not to travel.

A friend promised to help me out with something but has let me down.

I have a manageable but annoying plumbing issue.  I called my regular plumbing service two weeks ago and they promised to call back, but haven't.  

A couple of medical personnel have promised to get back to me, days ago, and haven't.

I'm tired, I'm tired of dealing with things. I'm tired of owning a place and being responsible for upkeep. I'm considering moving to an independent living retirement type place.

On a positive note I've started clearing things out of my storage locker.  Lots of  "maybe I'll need it someday" stuff hitting the trash or building exchange area.

Lending Books

 

I've never liked lending books.  Occasionally I would be talked, or shamed, or coerced into doing so and other than other book people, in spite of all the pious promises, most often they were never returned.

I used to shudder when a guest even glanced toward one of my bookcases.  I wished I had a large enough place that I could have a locked room for a library where no one was ever allowed to enter.  Or better still a secret second apartment that no one but me knew about - unfortunately that was never financially realistic.  Actually, not because of books, but I still love the idea of having a second place that no one but me knows about.

As I became more of a minimalist I gradually dramatically downsized the number of books, and bookcases, that I own.  Now I have less than 100 physical books that take up the two bottom shelves of my one bookcase.  I keep that bookcase in the bedroom and pray that no one ever makes the effort to bend down and look at the titles.  And no, I would not want to lend any of those really special books to anyone, not even a fellow book person.

That I guess is one advantage of ebooks.  No one needs to even know what titles you own.

Fragile

 

I've been coping with a pulled muscle in my lower back for the last week.  It's slowly getting better but even dealing with simple things, like loading/unloading the washer when getting up and down from that level causes twinges of pain, has made me think about just how easily this self-sufficient independent life I lead could be derailed.

I don't know how I managed to pull the muscle.  Possibly changing the sheets a week ago and maybe moving sideways to lift the mattress to tuck in the sheets, or maybe while vacuuming and twisting about.  Carrying groceries home?  Bending down to a lower kitchen cupboard?

Netflix: Falling for Figaro

 

This is a rather charming little film.  

Nothing fancy here but likeable characters and a simple, probably obvious plot that manages to be charming and, at moments, even moving.

Holding it all together is Joanna Lumley who effortlessly steals every scene she's in, if not the whole movie.

Netflix: All of Us Are Dead

 

This was an amazing series.

Watching the first few episodes I wondered where it could possibly continue for 12 episodes but it did and they were all well done.

I found myself totally involved with the characters and the storyline just flowed along and felt totally believable.

It also felt very human, very much about life and loss, and values.

I am so impressed with the Korean programming and I have seen on Netflix.