Writers Workshop: Time Traveling

I figured out the other day that I haven’t been out of the house since Memorial Day.

There was a time, not too long ago, that really would have bothered me, but it doesn’t bother me now.

For one thing, it’s very hot and humid outside, and the air quality is bad.

For another, there’s nothing out there that I really want to do.

Before the entire world locked down, I was pretty adamant about wanting to go to Starbucks at least twice a week.

Now, it’s been such a long time, I realize I just wanted to go out of habit, and I’ve gotten out of that habit.

It’s kind of disappointing, on the one hand; on the other hand, it’s a kind of freedom.

So, instead of sitting at Starbucks banging around aimlessly on my laptop, now I sit at home, banging around aimlessly on my laptop.

The experience is roughly the same, except I’m not spending money, and if I decide I want to take a nap (these days, my body just sort of decides it’s time for a nap), I don’t feel funny about it.

I just doze off, and have a little sleep, and pretty wild dreams about sitting in a conversation pit that’s carpeted with shag carpet, with a pitcher of Sangria and a pack of Benson & Hedges Menthols, talking with people from the ’70’s.

Men who look like Richard Dawson, with long sideburns and hairy chests poking out of wildly-designed acetate shirts and medallions, and women who look like Gloria Steinem in long dresses and photogray glasses that always seem a little dark.

Then I wake up and realize that it’s 2021, not 1971, and that I’m in my house in Georgia, and that I stopped smoking and drinking years ago, and Richard Dawson is dead and Gloria Steinem is in her 80’s and that there’s a whole lot of water under the bridge in 50 years.

It’s nice to visit the ’70’s, but I wouldn’t want to live there…

21 thoughts on “Writers Workshop: Time Traveling

  1. I feel bad that you haven’t been out of the house in 3 months. 😦 The plus side is that you couldn’t be safer, but I think some fresh air and a change of scenery might do you some good too!

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    1. Two months, really, and it’s not out of Covid fears (because I’m less worried about the virus than I am about the measures they’re taking to try and stop anyone from getting it). It’s just that my knees are so bad that I’m afraid of falling. Not to mention that this is the hottest and most humid part of the summer…

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  2. Now I understand why you have the 1970s geometric image that seems to belong on the set of the Dating Game. Richard Dawson was so good in Hogan’s Heroes and icky when he had to kiss every gal on that Game Show where, the name of it left my head. ..Family Feud! The 70s was the era for wearing wigs or sequined caps like Rhoda did. I think the 70s fashion was one of the worst …plaid pants, side burns, bell bottoms, plastic, orange, brown, mustard, medallions, frillyshirts in blue with dark blue trim, … …ughhh.

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  3. I don’t know John…I do like the 70s a bunch! At least things were different…cars, houses, and people looked different and had their own personalities.

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  4. Very nice. We just got back from a two week trip in our rv trailer in the U.P. We hadn’t b een out of here in about two years or longer though we had been to a restaurant here and there lately, I guess. And out on the new/used boat a little. You are right. Some of the things we used to do are not missed very much and we save money. And when we do something, it’s appreciated a lot more. I am not a napper, though, so I don’t have to worry about falling asleep at Starbuck’s!

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