A different dimension

My life feels like it has moved onto one of those magic screens you could buy in the fifties.

You stuck the thing over your television screen and the first thing that happened was a slight distortion and dimming of the program underneath.

Then they drew something and you could draw something and it felt like you had entered another dimension where life existed in only two dimensions.

Staying in has that feel for me. I see people out in their driveways sunning, or watching their children ride bicycles. They move their chairs around, reposition blankets like they are at the beach instead of on concrete, and load or unload cars. Mail trucks come. Fed Ex trucks buzz by. The occasional Amazon delivery parks in front, but it is all viewed through my window, half of which has a screen on it so it is slightly out of focus.

People drop things off, or pick them up right outside your door. Nobody rings your doorbell and intrudes upon your private space. I like that.

People call. I haven't talked to so many people in a day's span in ages.

It is truly a different dimension in living and while it is very different it is actually okay. It narrows life down to what is really important and gets rid of both irrelevant people and irrelevant intrusions.