Day 52, Monday May 4, 2020: Chronophagic
Yes, its sort of a curse word, but not in the way you’re thinking! Literally, something that is “time-eating,” or Chronophage, a “time eater.”
Where have I been and what have I been up to the last 21 days? The sad truth is, nothing of much consequence. I haven’t been studying Spanish, or taking up gardening, or learning to knit/crochet/sew, or learning the latest TicTok dance (although I have been dancing in the family room), or _____ (fill in the blank.) So, where does the time go, I’ve been trying to understand. The answer is that like all of us, I’m trying to get a handle on this new life, trying to fill my days, and trying to figure out what I’m doing and where I’m going, metaphorically speaking since I’m not going anywhere in the literal sense. It’s a dichotomy for sure; I’m at home with lots of time on my hand, yet the hours/days/weeks seem to disappear in a flash. At the end of the day, I maybe have a plate of cinnamon rolls. And, yes of course, I understand that those of you who are working, homeschooling, worried about elderly parents would probably give an eye-tooth to only have cinnamon rolls on the docket for the day.
The good news, my anchor activities have been good: walking, exercising, baking, helping run my husbands weekly Facebook Livestream (guitar/vocals), and some very enjoyable virtual social hours. These don’t fill a day, so the chronophagic activities have been too much news, and then some more news, along with a dose of meandering around the house wondering what I’m supposed to be doing that day. I can only assume I’m not alone in this.
So, I try to ask myself what I want my time on ‘pause’ to actually look like. Yes, I would like to learn Spanish, but not sure I have the focus right now to support that. Sadly. The baking and some cooking is completely good: Sourdough bread, focaccia, cinnamon rolls, Turkish bazlama, popovers, flour tortillas, brownies, pound cakes, cookies. I know I’m not alone in this, either, as there is apparently a flour shortage due to the increase in home baking.
So, maybe getting back to my blogging might be a good use of my time. It won’t feed me, but it will nourish me.
Thanks for listening.
