Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’re feeling no pain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
–with apologies to Dean Martin
The recent confinement to quarters has for many people been something of a blessing. Parents who have not seen their children for a decade are seeing them every night at dinner. Many people are reporting they have cleaned out closets and cupboards they scarcely knew existed. Yesterday I insulated a hot water pipe that had escaped attention for sixty years, since the construction of the house, since it was difficult.. The workshop is being organized. I have thrown out obsolete tools from the 1950s.
I got a call from a somewhat drunk friend last night who told me she had been in quarantine with a new boyfriend for the past 14 days. Things had gone swimmingly.
Eventually these minor projects will have been finished, but by then we will be thinking of much bigger ones. I am not concerned. I always said to myself I needed more time. Now I have it.
And when the day’s tasks are completed, there is always the woodstove in the living room, the giant orange house cat sleeping in my spot, and my wife doing the same as me, working and loafing at a comfortable pace.
A little money, a lot of time, some wine in the racks, some meat in the freezer. When I tire of this, I will let you know.