Back in the day, there was a zany movie called It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. You may or may not have seen it or even heard of it. Personally, I never saw it, but know the plot synopsis, which has nothing to do with pandemics or rampant viruses.
Back to this day, it feels like a mad, mad, mad, mad world which has everything to do with a pandemic and a rampant virus. We can top that off with a social justice movement. Several weeks of sheltering, masking, social distancing, washing our hands until raw, while the virus runs amok was a perfect set up for us to go off the rails. After reflecting on some things I am currently doing which I would not have done in my former life, I concluded I am teetering on those rails.
I am one of those people who have a lot of routines throughout the day. I will deviate from these routines when necessary or when there are more interesting options. However, maintaining a basic structure for each day keeps me stable and focused, especially in our current circs. Some of the lesser routines within the main structure have become less stringent. I won’t bore you with all the examples. I’ll only bore you with one in particular. It has to do with my big obsession with coffee. Yes, I’ve probably written about coffee more than anyone would care to read. If you decide to check out at this point, I wouldn’t blame you.
Here's the thing. Prior to quarantining, I always kept a pound of my favorite coffee beans on hand for when I needed to make my own daily cup. Most days I was fortunate to get my coffee fix from any of 2 or 3 favorite coffee shops. Understand that the biggest aspect of going out for that elixir had more to do with the ‘experience’. The experience was about connecting with friends, socializing and generally enjoying being out amongst the masses. Then along came Covid 19 and that was the end of that.
Like the rest of you, I was forced to figure out what living in a weird new world would consist of. For one thing, it consists of Zooming. We all ought to own shares in Zoom, but that’s a topic for another day. Anyway, getting back to my obsession. The first thing I did awhile ago, which I have already written about, was to find a way to collect paper take-out cups. That helped create the illusion and recreate the feeling of being out with friends. I easily got into the habit of having my one-a-day in a take-out cup which I continue to enjoy.
Next I started asking my Java drinking friends about what coffee beans they were using. Since my favorite roastery had been closed, I needed to find alternate beans to carry me through until things started to reopen. The near by organic supermarket had been declared essential an continued their service. There’s where I picked up another brand of beans to try so I could stretch out the ones I had until the roastery was accessible. The new brand was definitely drinkable. Not a wow, but acceptable. At this point things started going askew.
There’s no need for details. It would be too exhausting to write about and tedious to read. As I sit here I find myself the curator of several pounds of 5 different kinds of coffee beans. Perhaps I ought to get 2 more so there is one for each day of the week. Then, when I get up in the morning, my first big decision will be which kind of coffee will I have that day. Or I could line up the bags and randomly select one. So many options. Am I really losing it?
I’m thinking I may need to join a 12 step program before things get too far out of control. Okay. I confess. They already have.
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