As someone who has lost track of how many times I have left home and wondered if I closed the garage door or left something turned on and circled back to double check, I think there are many elements to how we’re living right now that are exacerbating my OCD issues. How many times do I need to wipe down grocery packaging with Lysol wipes before they’re decontaminated and did I spray down the Lysol wipe container when I finished? I’m no longer going into public places where I have to double check if I crossed that six foot line, but now the swans are making me feel like I’m violating their social distance space even though my Tamron 150-600mm lens keeps me at a safe distance.
I’ve discovered it’s a relief to be staying away from public places so I don’t have to worry that I’m going to trip and accidentally bump into someone or worry about sneezing in the vicinity of anyone, since I now believe I’m developing an allergy to Lysol. It was such a relief this week to only have the ducks,
swans for company out on the lake and a paddle in my hands so I did not have to worry and wonder if I touched my face at any point in time.
My kayaking photography skills are very rusty and I forgot how heavy that Tamron lens feels while swinging it around and capturing blurry photos of wildlife feet. There may have been more swearing than what was appreciated by the wildlife when I noticed all of the out of focus shots.
Another thing I’ve noticed is that everyone is being kinder during these difficult times, including couples. Just the other day after watching The Chef Show and commenting that I wished I cooked, I distinctly heard someone in the room saying they wished I cooked too. I thought it was very kind of me not to throw one of my many cookbooks that I never use across the room.
The days are not flying by and neither are the cookbooks, yet, but for an hour on the lake this week it was a pleasure watching the wildlife fly by.