Simpler Times and a Less Complicated Life

Small simple pleasures like picnics at Barton Cove have replaced the travel in my life.
Small simple pleasures like picnics at Barton Cove have replaced the travel in my life.

This is a simpler time that’s unequaled in all of my years.

Never has everyone been in the same boat, never in history has such a gigantic event impacted everything in this way.

So now, life is smaller, I use less clothing, I go to very few places, I even eat a simpler and more healthy diet.  The simple act of living for the past three months in Mary’s condo, instead of at my house has slimmed everything down.  I like that.

I live out of a tiny section of one closet and two drawers.  Everything is stripped down, and as we eventually see the world reopen and things come back to life, each easing of restrictions makes me feel a little better.

This tiny assortment of shirts is all I really need.
This tiny assortment of shirts is all I really need.

Some things in my life are better now, and some things are worse.  For example, one thing that’s a big part of my life is coffee. Finding new places for coffee, bringing coffee to go with me places and the ways in which coffee is made in different places that I visit.

One vast improvement over the past year has been the Keurig machine. Having a machine that dispenses just one perfect brewed cup at a time really changed things.

Bowls of protein, veggies and carbs are the new norm. Much easier than big plates.
Bowls of protein, veggies, and carbs are the new norm. Much easier than big plates.

I spent the first 60 years or so of my life making drip grind coffee in a big pot, making so much that I’d go back again and again for more.

Now I just make the K-cup, one or maybe two, and is enough for the day.   One of the perks of my c0-working space is the great coffee from Pierce Brothers that’s always available. No k-cups there.

As far as what’s NOT better is the drastically reduced travel schedule.

Not any more.  Or at least so far my only travels will possibly be to Louisiana in October and Sicily in November.  Both trips are a very long way off, so I’ll just have to sit tight until then.

It’s hard because many of the times I used to get anxious, I could always make myself feel better by thinking about my next trip.  I am so used to always having a trip coming up.  That was my barricade to being depressed, just knowing that in three weeks, I board a plane or a train and take off for a week.

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