Those Covid Days

I wish that I were writing my story right now. THat’s the way it was supposed to work. I was supposed to be spending this time writing my novel or my film, but all i want to do is bake bread.

One of the issues I have with writing is that it takes so much time sitting down. I have so much bloody energy that I cant get myself to sit for long stretches. Jordan and I have been running around the track in my neighborhood. This track is something else. First, we take our dog there to play in the grassy area in the middle of the track. Some people in the neighborhood come too, with their dogs. The neatest features, and there are many, about the track are

a. It is surrounded by Suny Downstate Medical Center, Kings County Hospital Campus, Emergency Room, Psychiatric Institution, Chemical Dependency Intake Detox Center, at least two public high schools and a Yeshiva, but it is unclear if any of these institutions are affiliated and/or provide maintenance or management of it

b. The track features football goalposts and bleachers that are sat on by patients and visitors alike. The walls of the buildings behind the bleachers are painted in vibrant land and even spacescapes.

c. There’s an adjacent basketball court area that is being razed and rebuilt, plus bathrooms that are not functioning, chain link fences dividing handball courts, two big jungle gym areas plus my favorite part – an outdoor prison yard gym with ample equipment and a gas grill. The reason I mention the grill is because one time I saw two fellows on a motorized scooter trailing the gas grill by the guy in the back of the scooter holding on to the half-table with wheels contraption that attaches to the grill. It was a magnificent show of resourcefulness.

I want to take pictures of it but I am scared because its literally a prison gym. Its awesome and I love it but it is so hood- and I am so white. I kind of want to use the machines- but I am way too scared to step in there right now. maybe next summer. in any event jordan and I have been running around this track to burn of some of our cabin fever. it has resulted in EVEN MORE ENERGY than i had before which was a lot.

So it makes sitting down to write very challenging. Especially when the writing induces any sort of emotion because it makes me just want to get up and start walking around. This is the AdHD- WHICH by the way my shrink is a BEEEEYATCH and I’ll write another post about why.