Maybe it’s the cold weather. Maybe it’s cabin fever but I find myself doing more things in my head these days.
I can picture events but not exactly the way they play out. Especially if it takes work or effort to do.
Dinner out at a fancy restaurant or takeout from a favorite standby. Hard decisions. I can see me getting gussied up for dinner (sort of). Then I realize it’s too cold for anything but fleece and boots and oversized sweaters. Takes some of the fun out (but adds some relief as everyone looks like the Michelin tire guy).
I can picture me entertaining gobs of people with beautiful dishes made from scratch but I’m more likely to serve burgers and chips. (Designer chips like barbeque or onion and sour cream! Nothing but the best for my guests!)
Sometimes I buy the ingredients to make these luscious things but it doesn’t pan out. (Cue in rotting avocados on the counter.)
That’s not all. I picture myself on glorious vacations. Faraway places with sunny beaches (and no politics!).
I’m waiting for Scotty to get the “beamer” working because I don’t like airplanes. I want to be instantly transported. I want to come back periodically to check on the cats.
I expect every haircut to make me look glamorous. I use words like “piecy” and “chunky” and “razor cut” or “stacked.” It doesn’t matter. I still look the same. (Chunky was not a good one. I will avoid that word in the future.)
Colorful shoes! They jump out at me and say “buy me, buy me.” When I get them home, they don’t go with anything. It’s either back to the store or I need a new outfit or two. (There was a time when I’d get the new outfit. Now it’s easier to take the shoes back.)
This lifestyle is better if you get rid of mirrors and download beach scenes you can call your own. It helps if you know a good caterer or bakery too.
At the end of the day I come home. I put my comfy bedclothes on (which sadly are never as cute as the catalogs) and curl up with the beloved husband and a few cats (who are far more beautiful than the catalogs).
That seems real but during the day….move over Walter Mitty!