Letter from Fairport, New York

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Tim Bayer

“I am constantly relocating, moving from room to room. I dare not stay in one place for too long . . . . When Emily starts a home project, she is relentless—a project Terminator. It’s too early in the season to work outside on the flower beds, so she has armed herself with a paintbrush. It appears as if she is painting everything that doesn’t move. I’m exhausted . . . but . . . I . . . must . . . keep . . . moving.”—Tim Bayer

Won Over By Reality

By Tim Bayer

Her name is Emily. She seems nice.

Her name is Emily. She seems nice.

Tim Bayer

FAIRPORT New York(Weekly Hubris)—1 May 2020—In a self-imposed two-week quarantine after possible face-to-face contact with someone infected with COVID-19, I thought I would keep a Stay At Home Log . . . .

Stay at Home, Day 1: She seems nice.
I get very focused and I have been told that, sometimes, I can miss out on other parts of life. When I get up from my computer and go to the kitchen, there is a woman there. Her name is Emily. She says she is a teacher and is home because schools are closed. She seems nice.

Stay at Home, Day 2: Dish mystery.
I put dirty dishes in the sink last night. Today, they are clean and back on the shelf. I don’t know how that happened. Perhaps Emily can help me solve the mystery. 

Stay at Home, Day 3; The delivery.

The delivery.

The delivery.

From the home office desk, I can see the driveway. When the delivery guy walks up the sidewalk, I hurry to the front door . . . then realize . . . I can’t open it. So I stand there . . . and bark at him through the closed door. Woof! Woof!

Stay at Home, Day 4: Grass growing.

Grass growing.

Grass growing.

For the past three days, I have been looking out the window at the front yard. Yes, it is possible to watch grass grow. Not exciting, but possible.

Stay at home, Day 5: Technology Master.
My commute from the bedroom to the home office was traffic-free. At around 8:00 a.m., I head out to get tea, but can’t make a right turn into the kitchen because Emily has opened a cupboard door and is blocking the path. Undaunted, I use the GPS on my phone to reroute: left to the dining room, right down the hallway, and into the alternate kitchen entrance. Today, I am the undisputed Master of Technology!

Stay at home, Day 6: I venture out.

I ventured out.

I ventured out.

I ventured out of my burrow this morning. I did not see my shadow, but I did see snow. Snow is unusual for this time of year in Western NY. Does this mean there will be six more weeks of Stay At Home?

Stay at home, Day 7: Delivery distance.

Delivery distance.

Delivery distance.

Since I wake up first, I make coffee and place the cup on the nightstand next to Emily. I was curious: Could I save time by reducing delivery distance?

Two days ago, I put the cup on the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed. Yesterday, I put the cup on the dresser near the door. Today, the cup was placed outside the bedroom door.

The scream I just heard indicates that the experiment is over. 

Stay at home, Day 8: The gallery.

The gallery.

A picture from the gallery.

I have glanced at the pictures on my walls and refrigerator many times. I realize, now, that the pictures are not just fond memories, but, rather, an unspoken promise of future adventures.

If I look closely, too, I see details previously unnoticed.

Every few days, I will wander into a different room, revisit a gallery, and take a closer look at the images. Not conforming to the rules of “stay at home,” picture-inspired memories and human imagination are not confined by walls.

Stay at home, Day 9: Not a chore.
It is interesting how spending more than a week indoors can change one’s perspective. Instead of a chore to be accomplished, going outside and cutting the lawn is now . . . entertaining.

Stay at home, Day 10: It was impressive.
My cat can move silently from room to room. Stealthily moving. Silently stalking. I will look up and suddenly see a motionless creature staring at me that has seemingly materialized from thin air. Impressive! Stealth. Stalk. Stare. Cats do this all the time.

Emily said I’m not allowed to do it again.

Note to self: For felines: cute. For humans: creepy.

Stay at home, Day 11: Interesting things.

Telling interesting stories.

Telling interesting stories.

The back story: My niece, Tracey, had a 1st birthday party for her son. In lieu of bringing a gift, Tracey requested that attendees bring a b-day card inscribed with some wisdom or a life lesson. Tracey’s plan is to save the cards and give them to Sam on his 18th birthday.

I was organizing/archiving pictures today and came upon the wisdom card I created for Sam that had this quote:

“Most conversations are about what you have done. If you want to tell interesting stories, do interesting things.”―Tim Bayer

Stay at home, Day 12: Must keep moving.

The project Terminator.

The Project Terminator.

I am constantly relocating, moving from room to room. I dare not stay in one place for too long.

When Emily starts a home project, she is relentlessa Project Terminator. It’s too early in the season to work outside in the flower beds, so Emily has armed herself with a paintbrush.

It appears as if she is painting everything that doesn’t move. I’m exhausted . . . but . . . I . . . must . . . keep . . . moving.

Stay at home, Day 13: Solitary.
My hands are dry from the constant washing. While in the bathroom, I mistakenly dispense too much hand moisturizer.

Ordinarily, it’s not a problem. But the old doorknob on this bathroom does not turn easily. The excess lotion makes the doorknob too slippery to turn.

Damn! I’m stuck in solitary confinement.

Stay at home, Day 14: The advantage.

A package was delivered in a brown box.

A package was delivered in a brown box.

A package was delivered to the front door in a brown, cardboard box with no markings to indicate what’s inside.

Here’s the advantage of being forgetful: I never remember what’s been ordered. So, every time I open a package, it’s the perfect giftit’s EXACTLY what I wanted!

Stay at home, Day 15: I get to reenter.
Good news: After 14 days, no temperature, no symptoms, I get to reenter a realm of physical distancing, face masks, and hand washing.

The new, odd reality reminds me of a Calvin and Hobbes strip: 

Calvin and Hobbes on absurdity.

Calvin and Hobbes on absurdity. (Click image to enlarge.)

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About Tim Bayer

Tim Bayer, Webmaster, and Assistant Editor of Weekly Hubris, was born and brought up in Webster, New York. He attended St. Bonaventure University, earning a BS in Computer Science, and then worked in the hi-tech world. In 2002 he turned his creative energies to product development and video production with the release of his first independently produced products. When the demand for web site design (TBayer.com) and freelance writing increased, he once again switched skill sets . . . to writing and web work. An avid or, to be more accurate, rabid, disc golfer, he may often be found chasing plastic while in pursuit of the perfect round on a disc golf course, or designing and developing disc golf products for Demogrid.com. He says he “tries to find the humor hidden in everyday experiences, because life is too important to be taken seriously.” (Author photo by Tim Bayer)
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6 Responses to Letter from Fairport, New York

  1. Avatar Anita Sullivan says:

    Thanks, Tim, this made me laugh (not just smile), and I was surprised at the sound.

  2. Avatar Tim Bayer says:

    I am pleased to hear that you heard yourself laugh. I’m glad I could help.

  3. Avatar Diana says:

    Loved this, Tim. Every word, every image.

  4. Avatar Tim Bayer says:

    We are in difficult, stressful times right now. Hearing that this post has made people laugh is very gratifying. Thank you for the feedback, Diana.

  5. Avatar Bob Jackson says:

    My old and dearest friend, you need serious HELP. You’ve stuck the Q-tip into far or some other incident has occurred to cause some grave and profound issues. Violate the social distancing rules and get in touch with some other humans quickly. You’re not too far gone, YET!

  6. Avatar Tim Bayer says:

    Hi Bob. Your friendship and empathy is sincerely appreciated. I have tried to get in touch with other humans … but I keep getting rebuffed with harsh words along the lines of this: “Six feet! I said, SIX FEET!”

    … whatever that means. It is very confusing.

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