chronic brain porridge? I blame the shutdown – Orange County Register

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As you will all remember, at the onset of the coronavirus we were all strongly encouraged to stay home and quarantine and only go out when absolutely necessary (go to the doctor and buy some toilet paper, etc.).

It was probably OK for those of you who had someone else in the house with you. Me, not so much. You see, I was pretty lonely except for my wonderful little Lucy (my mix of Shiba Chi, Shiba Inu, and Chihuahua). Now, although Lucy was a lot of fun and helped me keep my sanity (I know, that’s questionable by many, especially my sister Judy and her husband Jr. and pretty much everyone I have interacted with ), there was a downside.

Lucy knows only a few notions of English, probably because she is part Mexican and part Japanese. She gave up on trying to converse in Japanese or Spanish when she realized that I was absolutely desperate when it came to foreign languages. So she started barking and growling again.

As a result, when we were finally finally! ultimately!!! able to reunite with other humans, I found my conversational skills to be quite insufficient. Instead of telling someone, come in, sit down and stay awhile, I found myself saying, come on! Sit! To stay!

And that’s when I realized I had to relearn the art of conversation. It seemed like Covid was turning my brain into mush. Finally, I got into a sort of conversational re-education to learn how to form complete sentences.

Plus, while in self-quarantine, I found myself recording and watching a lifetime marathon of movies. It certainly would have contributed to the brain porridge, except I made it into a game something akin to Clue’s game. But instead of saying, Colonel Mustard in the library with a candlestick or Mrs. Peacock in the bedroom with a dagger, I could say that bad guy Bh in the kitchen with a huge Halloween style butcher knife, part 3, or The Worst of the worlds Boyfriend in the parking lot with a crowbar. You can probably see how that would keep the old brain going.

Another challenge was to try to determine who was going to be collateral damage. Sorry, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Well thank goodness those early days of Covid are over and so is my tendency to get CBM (chronic brain porridge).

Diane Duray is a resident of Laguna Woods Village. Contact her at [email protected].

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