The Zone

Nowadays I zone out when I am reading a book.  I become a part of the make believe world, where I get to watch the scenes unfolding. I am moved to tears, or laugh at whatever turns take place. At times like those I would like to hang a “do not disturb” sign.

There was a time when I used to do needlework, creating something for my home, gardening, baking (still do), knitting, and so many other things.

The last ten years (count from 2012 backward) with my (late) husband’s heart surgery, and then subsequently cancer; and my own sickness left no time to pursue what I liked best.

I was like one soldier left in my husband’s army, standing at attention, despite my own sickness. There was no time to do things I liked to do. I was trying to cope with what fate dealt me.

Now I have time but don’t have the materials I need, or in case of gardening fear of ticks, and other insects. I have to cover my neck, face, and hands with insects repellent every time I go out. Any time I forget, I get bitten. Like today I got bitten on a finger joint. It was agonizing, and even aloevera gel couldn’t lessen the itchiness.
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The Zone

Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?