Are you a little tired of the 24/7 coronavirus news cycle? Well, I am. Notice that I did not even capitalize the word coronavirus. It's my little way of fighting the disease and it feels good to take a poke at it!

We are all finding ways to fight our way out of this situation. I and my wife had been busy finding ways to spend time that we never had in years past. I've discovered projects that I started in 1978 and have never finished. Projects like ridding our garage of things like leftover concrete or Sheetrock paste from the days we built our house.

Why did I ever keep those items in the first place? I've tripped over those bags for more than 40 years.

I found a rusted boat winch hidden in the back of the garage. Evidently the salt that dripped off our vehicles over many winters had put a coat of rust on the winch to make it all but unusable. I think I was thinking of using it to hoist the front end of the lawn mower up so I could sharpen the blades, but that never happened.

My secondhand table saw also sat back in the rear of the garage. I hadn't used it for years and when I plugged it into the wall socket last week all the lights in the garage went out. The electrical breaker evidently didn't like the now stuck motor and flipped off. No amount of solvent would loosen the motor, hence it is headed for the recycling center along with the boat winch.

Our daughter was laid off from her job as a result of the virus and has been visiting us over the past weeks. She has been a godsend helping clean up the yard and spading flower beds. She also discovered that our wheelbarrow's tire would not hold air pressure. I knew that but have tended to ignore that malady and just injected air into the flat tire whenever I needed to.

That didn't work in my daughter's eyes and as a result she now has a fully inflated new tire to merrily haul sod around the yard. That wouldn't have happened in the non-COVID world of mine. So, that is a good thing.

Our garden has never been made more ready than this year. Since we have had spare time aplenty, new asparagus plants have been sunk into the earth, rhubarb has been fertilized and just last week our annual potato crop went into the ground. It is an eerie feeling to have actually gotten ahead of the garden curve this year.

In other years we seemed to always be in a hurry to get things in before the growing season was over. Not this year. I can almost taste that first serving of new potato and new green pea soup. One of the highlights of our gardening year.

My job requires a number of meetings throughout the year and not being able to meet in person has posed issues. I have discovered Zoom meetings as a result of the virus. One thing about a Zoom meeting, you get to see what a lot of folks' living rooms look like. And, if you don't position the camera just right, you get a good look at people's nostrils.

I've become aware that TV does my appearance no good. Somehow my hair seems to look thinner. Meeting remotely just doesn't feel right somehow, but Zoom is here to stay I'm afraid.

I'm trying my best to shed the need to watch 24/7 depressing news coverage of the coronavirus. Notice that I didn't capitalize that word. I'm taking my shots where I can.

See you next time. Okay? Stay safe!