Other than hiking and taking the kids to the park in nice weather, I don't go out unless I have to.
"Have to" gets me out more than often enough. With my preps depleted and my garden not up yet, I have to get groceries at least once a week. One kid or another can be counted on to need a doctor or dentist a couple times a month. DD11 starts soccer this week. I stepped on the cat and dislocated his ankle-- I get to drag him to the vet. There's a rabies clinic next Saturday-- I'll be standing in line with four cats, a dog, and some assortment of children. There are parent-teacher conferences sick kids to pick up from school. DD3 needs to see the speech pathologist in a couple weeks. On Thursdays I see the therapist and pick up whatever stuff HAS to come from the goddamn big-box store.
There is something that involves leaving the house and talking to people on my calendar literally every day this week. The vet today, the dentist tomorrow, soccer on Wednesday, therapist and soccer on Thursday, I forget what on Friday. Next week I have to take DS5 to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese with the whole damn rest of the kindergarten class.
I would really love to be more reclusive. I look forward to the day when I can be more reclusive. I hate all this going out and doing things; it is very very stressful and lately I am feeling the effects of never being able to relax.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"