Confinement can suck. But being safe and alive doesn't so we deal with it. “First world problems” I tell myself. Having said that, confinement prompts some of us to invent tasks. One of those on my list is dusting a small closet in which I keep my coats, old shoes, and other stuff that I don’t use daily/seasonally. That’s when I saw my travel pouch with all my tiny bottles of shampoo, deodorant, moisturizer, toothpaste etc. There will not be any traveling this year. None of the usual excited planning our annual trip to Catalina. I took out all the bottles and decided to use them. No sense keeping them until . . . the virus is no more life-threatening? I felt quite sad. In addition to doll-making, sewing handbags, making jewelry and painting landscapes by numbers, I now make To-Do Lists every day with nonsense tasks such as: water the plants just to remain relevant to myself!? I laughed, because I had been doing that too! I am finding many of my friends – especially...
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