For the past six months, it's been a Covid life for me, just like it has for everyone else. I have bemoaned the sameness of each day, thinking that everyday is a Monday, but it isn't.
Which brings me to the point of this post. With thanks to Robert Earl Keen, I am guilty of a Dreadful Selfish Crime, as I have let my Porches languish for months, just letting them sit in the driveway and the garage, patiently waiting to be driven. But I don't, and it saddens and frustrates me.
I realize that despite Covid I have it pretty damn good. We are all employed and all healthy so far, but I spend so much time at home with no real interest in venturing outside, that I think I am losing my desire to do so. I am concerned that I am turning into an agoraphobiac, at least when it comes to driving.
My main excursion each week, when I actually drive, is on early Sunday mornings when I go to the market at 6:15 AM and then to the bagel store at 6:45 AM. Pam, Kim and I also go to Shelby's to see our exalted granddaughter, Portia, each week, but it is a short distance away, and I let Pam drive to Shelby's house.
Since last November, I have put about 500 miles on my Cayman GTS and 500 miles on my 89 Carrera Targa. I could drive them, but every time I have time on the weekend to get out and drive, which is less often than I would like, I opt not to, as I am concerned about finding an open public restroom and then frequenting it while on the drive. Hence, my agoraphobia concerns.
Instead of driving my cars, I let them idle for about 15 to 18 minutes each week, which is not a good thing, but it is better than nothing. Of course, with my Covid mental state, I rely on an alarm on my iPhone to remember to turn them off, instead of letting them go idling into the sunset.
I know I could, and should, drive them. My Porsche cronies are driving theirs. I see many of their posts on Facebook, chronicling their organized drives, days at the track, and socially distanced cars and coffee meetings. It further saddens me that I cannot motivate myself to join them.
It's not like I am unmotivated to do other things. I workout religiously, running outside three times a week and using my Tonal to lift weights three times a week. Pam and I have completed several project around the house, and I have learned to make pizza and bread. I take the trash out so often, that Pam and Kim have decided that I must have a girlfriend living in the dumpster in the alley.
But I just can't seem to leave my house to drive my cars, and I do not know how to change it. Sooner or later, I will just have to force myself to get out and drive, but not just yet.