I’m not used to this. Having absolutely nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No, no, no. Don’t feel sorry for me. Everyone’s in the same boat. At least they are, here, in Toronto, where I live. It’s Good Friday. And everything is shut tight.
Banks are closed. So are liquor stores. So are all stores, for that matter. Big, small, mom and pop. Pretty sure lots of restaurants are, as well. We can still get a coffee and convenience stores are probably open. I haven’t checked.
Traffic will be non-existent. But since there’s nowhere to go, most people won’t get to take advantage of it. What a bummer for commuters who have to deal with monstrous traffic, all the time. Day in. Day out. Ugh!
Think about it. Wouldn’t you be pissed as hell, if you could finally get from ‘A’ to ‘B’ in record time, but nothing
would be open once you got there?
I suppose just to prove a point, you could hustle the wife and kids into the car and drive somewhere. But you’d have zilch to do, once you arrived. What’s the fun in that? You’d have to turn right around and go back to where you’d just come from. What a colossal waste of gas.
Of course the lack of traffic does benefit some. All those folks who provide essential services and, therefore, have to work, regardless. And drive to get there. Nurses and doctors, firefighters and police, emergency crews, ambulance drivers, paramedics. Good Friday’s just another day of the week to them.
Even pedestrian traffic will be dramatically reduced. It’s a bit too early right now, to tell. Most creatures are just starting to stir. But I’ll bet if I go for a walk, even in two or three hours, there’ll still be hardly any people out and about. What’s the point? Nothing’s open.
It feels a bit strange, I’ve got to tell you. I’m showered, dressed, ready to go. Where to? Beats me.
Perfect day for writing, you might think. I’m not in the mood, though. I write every day. I’d like a rest from writing today, truth be told. Which I certainly can do. Give myself the day off, from writing. To do what? Well, I could read. I could clean closets. I could re-organize drawers. I could clean out my filing cabinet. I could start going through my clothes, in preparation for the warmer weather.
Do I sound enthusiastic about any of it? Like these are projects I’ve just been dying to start.
No, I do not. And no, they are not. And while any one of them would be the perfect activity for today, it’s not going to happen. B O R I N G.
To be honest, nothing is turning my crank. I am totally uninspired. Very unusual, for me, I must say. You can’t see me, but I’m sitting her, staring into space, drumming my fingers on the table. I need perking up. Some coffee and a walk, I think.
With everyone laying low, at home, there’s no good people watching. That’s probably what’s frustrating me, the most. Observing always inspires me. Hotels. Now there’s an idea. They’re sure to be busy. Busier than everywhere else, at least. Get some friends together for brunch, or lunch.
Sorry, gotta go.
What are you doing today? Is everything shut tight where you live? What have you got planned?