Mary Beth Writes

After I wrote the following, I realize I want to say what I keep saying. I’m here with just Len. No kids. Quarantine with children is someone else’s diary. 

I’m still waiting for ‘bored’ to kick in.

Housekeeping: I was raised (inculcated, brain washed, raised, w/e) to do house chores. Homes were supposed to be clean, neat, and tidy. Now that I am an old adult, I’m not so sure. I appreciate a calm place but I’m well aware that cleaning is generally opposite from creativity.

 Here’s a Dorothy Sayers theological argument for when your house seems a bit gritty. Sayers (friend of Tolkien and CS Lewis) says that the Bible says humans are created in the image of God. Right there in the first chapter of Genesis this is stated. So, what do we know about God at this point? Just this. God CREATED. Ergo creativity is cool, and God said diddlysquat about wiping the counters. Feel free to use this rationale anytime you need it.

 Anyways, I spend at 2-4 hours a week cleaning, clearing, laundry, yardwork, and putting stuff away. Len does as much. The driveway doesn’t snow-blow itself.

 I write 2-3 hours a day.  Others spend their mojo sewing, making things out of wood, polishing the sailboat, painting amazing things on amazing surfaces. Creativity and problem-solving and inventing what we want out of what we have. This takes times.

Walking or biking, moving and exercising takes time. The older we are, the more we need it.

Still spending a lot of time with family and friends on digital media.

Learning. Reading hard books with new-to-me knowledge in them.

Escape reading. I’m not strong enough to always live in the here and now. (The best anti-insomnia tonic, IMHO, is an evening spent in a good book.)

 People talk about being bored but I think for a lot of us, that isn’t happening.  Things are different. Activities are upside down and gone. But there is still so much occupy our minds and hands.

What about you?

I sent this email to my state reps. Feel free to copy all or parts of it if you want to:

The decision of Republicans in the Wisconsin State Legislature this past Monday to force Wisconsin voters to choose between their health and their right to vote – is abhorrent.

This is not democracy. This is YOUR Republican party acting to quash the democratic process in this state.

Today the NYT called this “the culmination of a decade of efforts by state Republicans to make voting harder, redraw legislative boundaries and dilute the power of voters in the state’s urban centers.”

Your party’s craven manipulation of logic and fairness is about safeguarding your Republican lock on our supreme court. “The winner will be in position to cast a deciding vote on a case before the court that seeks to purge more than 200,000 people from Wisconsin’s voter rolls…’

You, Sir, voted to REQUIRE Wisconsin citizens to choose between their own health and their right to vote.

Your support of this decision clearly indicates that POWER means more to you than the LIFE and HEALTH of citizens in this state and in your district.

Why are you even in public office? 

Hair today. Hair tomorrow.

Last time I talked with women friends, once of them said, “Well, soon we will all know what color our hair is…”  Since we can’t go to our hair stylists, many of us are facing a precarious and uncertain future.  

My hair is getting fluffier. I take a shower, let it dry, look in the mirror a few hours later and I have gained several inches on both sides of my head.  I’ve been trying to move my part over closer to the side of my head but it won‘t stay there.  My new favorite accessory is my Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument baseball cap.

When we were first married I cut Len’s hair. That was a looser, earthier, less precise time.

I see a future where I might be doing this again and I’m not confident how well this will go. 

They say new adventures are part of retirement.

What are you doing about your hair?

Not asking you, David.

 

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Mary Beth, thank you for your blog. I love today's picture of the animals in the sunlight. Don't you want to just lay down with them in the sun? I am also not bored, however I have work to do and I am feeling that it is too much work and I want to do the sewing, reading, jigsaw puzzle and yogaing part of life more. And yes, those of us who have a home, and a partner, are kind of in the best of all possible worlds in this crazy situation. My daughter who has three boys at home, ages 8 to 18 months- well that is a completely different scenario. P.s. We are going to try a virtual church service tomorrow evening for Maundy Thursday. Dorian
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Watching (virtually..) my daughter with her two little ones awes and frustrates me. She is doing this WHILE working FT from home. And Len and I can't help, because one of our dearest hopes is that our grandchildren grow up with grandparents. Specifically, the ones who are us. So here I am, filling my day with meaningful activities. And there my kids all are, managing. Is this like being the grandparents in The Old World reading letters from their kids in The New Land?
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I think a lot of people who are usually busy working or taking care of other people suddenly find themselves with time on their hands -- and occupy themselves cleaning, fixing and tidying. I've been retired for a few years, and I feel like I've been practicing for that. Now it's mostly taken up with worrying and fussing about things that we can't do much about. Family who might be sick, and politicians who don't seem to have our interests at heart. Doing housework during the pandemic is not buying us the kind of satisfaction or calmness that we were hoping for.

Obviously this question wasn't for me either but I'm answering anyway... I have been cutting what's left of my own hair for so many years that I can't even say how long it's been... It's frugal and I just couldn't justify having to pay someone to do it, and if I should mess it up I can always shave my head...I'm so good at it that I don't even look in a mirror until I'm done... What I'm not good at is trimming this beard that I decided to grow in protest to this whole covid saga we are going through... I thought it might be interesting to see if I can keep it growing until we are once again able to be among our fellow men & women... It will also be interesting to see how long it grows... The longest time I've done this is a month for "No Shave November" wish me luck...

I hope you post pictures!

So prescient. I cut my own hair 2 days ago! I washed it, combed it straight up in the air while wet and cut two inches off across the top. It came out pretty well, sort of a cockeyed layered look. My mom noticed on a ZOOM talk. Time to attend to important cleaning I never do - like moisturize the leather chair and Liquid Gold all the pre-midcentury and previous century wood furniture:) And youtube has taught me how to save decrepit orchids and what "pups" are on bromelaids and pineapple plants - I even started tomato and pepper seeds in egg cartoons. Haven't done that since the '90s.

I thought I should let you know how much I am enjoying the diary. It is like catching up with a good old friend. I have even wandered “back into the stacks”. I don’t think you know I grew up in Wheaton. I also was a Pioneer girl, I even went to a Camp Cherith one summer. I like to say I did leave Wheaton, but maybe not so much. I sent my children to Honey Rock Camp. And like you, I am not bored. We are housed, safe, and well. Please keep writing!
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I either did not know or more likely forgot that. Wheaton. Well, that shipped sure sailed, didn't it... I do remember when both you and I were trying to talk ourselves into mammograms - because we both had sisters with breast cancer. Made a huge diff to me that my dr was as anxious as me. It was no little thing back then, to pull up our shorts and go out and deal with our fear and our reality ... and here we still are. OMG! Pioneer Girl! Me, too! Cuz they didn't want us to be exposed to those Worldly Girl Scouts. I'll keep writing. What else does one do with this many stories?

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Advent Light Post 12-4-2020

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I received this (above) lovely photo from Susan W of an old-fashioned city lamp seen through trees at night.

It made me recall the pix Karen P sent of her son and daughter-in-law at their wedding a few years ago. They lit and sailed paper lanterns propelled by small candles which (hopefully) flickered out when they flew high enough.

Which of course, reminded me of the paper lanterns at my kids’ wedding.

I don’t walk around noticing spheres and globes, but the image is just unusual enough to bring similar images to mind.

Advent Light Post 12/3/2020

The photo is Karen P's mom, Joan, who has been in quarantine in an assisted living residence since March. Her birthday party was a few months before all this began. Light for hope. Hope for light.

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Yesterday I wrote “I liked figuring out the best way to position my stance in order to frame whatever it was I wanted to focus on.”

Point of View. 

Advent Light Post 12/2/2020

Len has been taking photos since he was a college newspaper reporter/photographer; (University of Chicago and University of Calgary). He has photos that he took from Willis (it was Sears then) Tower while it was under construction. Len had a journalist pass so he called to see if he could “do a story” and they didn’t ask if he was 20 yet, so he got the gig. When (if) he finds those photos, I will put some here.

As long as I have known him, Len has owned a camera. I think we are now on #3. He brought to our marriage the tripod that he still uses.

Advent Light Post 12/1/2020

(The photo is of headlights making a dotted line on the cemetery fence.) 

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Oh that morning! Len drove us like crazy across Chicago to the hospital where we would birth our first child.  It was a very clear, very cold December morning, kind of like what’s outside my window right now. 

That same evening I was wheelchaired back out of that hospital. When the lobby doors slid open, the world had become night and the driveway vapor lights lit a blizzard of whirling snow.

It was a completely different world. Yes it was.

Advent Light Post 11/30/2020

Today is Len’s birthday and to celebrate being born on the last day of November in the upper Midwest, he is out on his bike right now. It’s spitting snow, there are 20-30mph winds, and the real-feel temp is 20. He has on both pairs of his bicycling pants. He also has a slice of pumpkin raisin Bundt cake (hmmm, I wonder who baked that) in his bike’s little trunk. 

Happy Birthday to the kind of guy who, when a girl invites him to attend the Sunday school class she teaches - comes to that Sunday school class. A rare man, indeed. 

Advent Light 11/28/2020

Tomorrow, Sunday, is the first Sunday of Advent. 

So first of all, like I said before, I’m preaching. I think you can listen to the whole service starting at 9:30AM, if you go to https://www.uniteduuc.org/ .  There is usually a link there that you have to click, when you click it, it says something about YouTube, so click that link, too. Otherwise, by Monday (maybe earlier, I don’t know who does this or when) it will show up on YouTube at United Unitarian Universalist, Waukesha, and my name.

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