tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post2886256999175596005..comments2024-03-18T03:28:36.581-04:00Comments on Shrink Rap: The Art of Being A HomebodyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-28878429385949488782009-01-14T21:55:00.000-05:002009-01-14T21:55:00.000-05:00<<<...we have a diagnosis for people who ...<<<...we have a diagnosis for people who have trouble leaving the house (agoraphobia) but we don't call it an illness if somebody goes crazy being at home for a long time.>>><BR/><BR/>It's called "stir crazy"! :)<BR/><BR/>I was brought up in Buffalo, NY and we NEVER stayed inside when we were "snowed in". As children we built snow forts, snowmen and had snowball fights, in college we went cross-country skiing and snow-shoeing (plus trudged through the snow on foot to visit friends) and the adults would go out every once in a while to dig out the car and shovel the driveway & walkways so it wouldn't get to be too much. I NEVER felt snow bound in snow country (but I like California better!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-24138039869019502712009-01-14T16:02:00.000-05:002009-01-14T16:02:00.000-05:00I must disagree....I cringe a bit at this, with th...I must disagree....<BR/><I>I cringe a bit at this, with the implication that for women to justify nesting they have to have kids, or that men need a place presumably to grunt, watch sports and scratch places they wouldn't scratch in public.</I><BR/><BR/>I would scratch in public too.<BR/><BR/>In fact, it is more likely as, when you scratch at home all alone, you have to be sure of your motives first.<BR/><BR/>:o)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-17610805262779179562009-01-14T15:21:00.000-05:002009-01-14T15:21:00.000-05:00I still haven't finished unpacking...and I moved i...I still haven't finished unpacking...and I moved in September Dinah. I bow in awe of you. <BR/><BR/>I am the kind of person who can't stay inside for more then a day. I have to go outside each and every day or I go crazy. More then that, I have to have interaction, I can't just go for a nature walk (oh how much money I've spent at the coffee shop). I go crazy, and I'm good at doing nothing, well, good at lying around and reading entire books in a day. I just need to be OUT. My sister on the other hand, I think she'd be perfectly content to stay alone and not leave the house for a week...Awake and Dreaminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13257495492315814077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-57820580809182651012009-01-14T09:24:00.000-05:002009-01-14T09:24:00.000-05:00Cabin fever, that's what it's called around here.Y...Cabin fever, that's what it's called around here.<BR/><BR/>Your comment about folks in the upper midwest cracked me up; as a non-native, I'm often surprised by how good upper-midwesterners are at dealing with winter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-90563446309338250512009-01-14T08:52:00.000-05:002009-01-14T08:52:00.000-05:00Okay, so once a year I bake cookies at the holiday...Okay, so once a year I bake cookies at the holidays and give them to everyone I know. This year, I baked cookies two other times at the request of kids-away-from-home (one was fairly directive: "I would like a care package." "Oh, what would you like in your care package?" "Cookies." I was told I didn't need to bake them, but I did. Aside from that, if we were locked up together, I'd be checking my email, organizing the topping requests for the pizza order, and sweeping up those damn dust bunnies.<BR/><BR/>You write:<BR/>The key to being happy at home is to first relieve yourself from the guilt of doing nothing. If you look around and all you see are the dust bunnies and a kitchen that needs to be renovated, that's a problem. If you can't rid your mind of all the errands---the dusting, the bills to be paid, the unpacked boxes leftover from your move several years ago---it's going to be hard to be comfortable in your nest.<BR/><BR/>Okay, so how do I get to be there? My boxes, by the way, were all unpacked on moving day.Dinahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09227988351623862689noreply@blogger.com