I've been in a bit of a funk lately - not sure why, and I don't really care to analyze it. Analyzing doesn't seem to help. And when I don't globalize it, the funk will pass quickly. It's just something that sometimes happens. No biggie.
Anytime my husband is on the phone and someone asks him how I am he says, "Mary, as usual, is very busy." The "as usual" has a slight tinge of resignation. Like he's almost done reminding me to turn off the TV, go to sleep, drink water, make my tea already! etc. I'm happy to say he hasn't quit on me yet. Meanwhile he's been learning how to make fresh.corn.tortillas. FROM SCRATCH. Which believe me, is only for those who appreciate the long game. So he's not exactly a Minute Rice kind of guy.
I sort of lost of it at the beginning of lockdown (can I get an Amen?) but then my mother's genes swam to the head of the pool, and I started to think maybe this whole pandemic thing wasn't so bad. Working from home was doable, my husband was cooking for me, and there were a bunch of teachers from across the country that I had always wanted to work with and now they were online! and some at reduced prices! What's not to love for a bargain-hunting, closeted introvert, foodie? So it was great. But I realized that the best thing for getting me into my right brain has been snapping pics of our garden. Here's one I'm
proud of . No worries - he/she/they made it out (because I went and checked the next day) before the daylily bit the dust.
Mary Niederkorn - Actress, Writer, & Producer