This is the beginning of a 21 Day Blogging Challenge. It’s the #lockdownblog challenge. Where I am, I’ve already been social distancing for 17 days.
I should be writing a letter that moves you. But getting into the third week of social distancing and quarantine over here drives my mind to its default abode: a space of writing silly stuff. Some of what you are about to read is unpleasant. And if unpleasant is not your cup of tea, please hang in here even if it’s just to keep me company. I can’t keep staying alone like this.
I won’t beat around the bush. That will be akin to running away from reality. It will be an act of cowardice. I face my truth like the vampire-teeth guy that I am. I knock reality head on. I accept my losses and pick myself up when I’m hit on the face by a flying ball of ants.
Here’s a confession. My consumption of toilet tissue has dropped by a mile. My body has gone into emergency mode. No wasting resources. Only use what you have when you need to. I don’t want to go into specifics of metrics. But if you are interested, here is the juice.
Where I previously used seven or eight sheets of tissue after dropping the bombs, I now use four. I’ve become an expert in folding those fine papers. This is all for sustainability. I’m saving trees and by extension, I’m playing my part in saving the environment. It’s clear for all to see. I’m doing something in response to SDG 12 which tells us to sustainably consume and produce. I’m on track with the consuming aspect. The producing part is still pending.
There are a few things I’m doing to keep sane as I work from home.
I cook every day. Yesterday, I marinated my pork with vodka. Lots of vodka. Explains why I blacked out after lunch. I stir fried the pork with green pepper. I made mashed potatoes and tomato stew.
I’m learning more German. I’m getting a grip of what Der, Die, Das is all about. I’m figuring out when to use Ein, Eine and Ein. But I’m not speaking the language. Sad, right?
I do workouts in my house. I follow two YouTube channels. I’ve been doing cardio and strength training. My muscles need to keep moving.
I watch movies and series. No, I’ve refused to watch those movies with covid_19 conspiracy theories. I do normal movies on Netflix. In fact, I’ve just watched the Part 4 Trailer of Money Heist. I could feel the tension rising in veins. But for crying out loud, I don’t understand why they used Beethoven’s Ode to Joy as a soundtrack to the bullets.
I talk to people. I text. I call and speak to whoever is open to holding a conversation with me. I miss hugs. I miss holding face to face conversations. I miss sitting at a table to have lunch with friends. I miss the blessing of company.
I take lone walks. I walk out of my house to experience some sunlight. I go out to stretch my legs. Over the last two weeks, I’ve spent less than six hours in total outside my house.
I look out my window. I watch pigeons flying. I watch the sky and I look at the grass and flowers growing on the roof of that house opposite mine. I listen to church bells that ding and play Ode to Joy at 12:30pm and at 3:00p.m. I lurk on Twitter. I read. I write. I live.
And yeah, I’m still figuring out how to thrive during this period.
Yours in Quarantine, Viele Gruße