It’s looking springy out there, our second Spring in a pandemic, and it’s feeling like the world isn’t going back. Alas.
The only gear in this life is forward, so on we go.
It was a blur of a weekend and now I’m bracing myself for the annual tasks I don’t much enjoy. But being an adult is nearly all doing tasks you don’t enjoy, punctuated with a few you do. Yay adulthood.
That’s a bit grim for a Monday.
I’m less optimistic today than I thought I was when I started writing this post, I guess some days are like that on this blue marble we call home. Maybe others less so. I guess we don’t really know.
And now I’m going to consider making another cup of coffee, or, against sage advice, reheating the one I have, and try to Monday like an adult.
It’s warming up and no one tried to overthrow democracy yesterday so that’s nice. I’m a little bit behind today but that’s not too bad for a Friday. At least I’m awake.
Even that can be a challenge.
My mind is on lunch, but just in that general way, not in any way that actually gets lunch made. Only food options floating around in my head, round and round and round and round.
That too, can be a challenge.
These times are very odd, apparently the guy who voices Jimmy Pesto on “Bob’s Burgers” was allegedly at the insurrection. Given the character would probably do the same thing, it feels like life imitating art. What a strange way to ruin your career, really, if it’s true, attempting to overthrow the government for a guy who cared so little about the people doing it, he raised prices at his hotel on the day he was supposed to be “inaugurated” and then spent the time golfing in Florida.
Like I said, things have gotten very weird.
Anyway, that’s it for me as I try figure out how to make fiction stranger than truth. Have a great Friday and a fantastic weekend.
Cleaning up dishes from lunch, I said to myself, “Did I write a blog post today?”
It turns out I did not. Oops.
I ordered groceries and then spent the morning watching and waiting for them and I really don’t know why, they get here when they get here. But they did and I put them away and I made lunch and then that moment of realization in the kitchen.
Apologies for the neglect.
It’s sunny again and cold again and there is construction noise again so very little has changed. Although not right now, right now it is blissfully quiet but I doubt that’s going to last.
Sometimes being a writer is like being an American Ninja Warrior, but with words and noise. And no risk of falling.
Well, very little risk of falling.
Anyway, that’s me for the day. Have a lovely Tuesday.
I just collaborated with someone in a realm where I’ve never before collaborated and it was fantastic. If you’re feeling stuck, or out of writing whack, sometimes all you need is someone on the same wavelength.
But more on that when I can share it.
Today it is enthusiastically sunny, though apparently cold. Being March you’d think the weather had had enough of cold, but nope, no Spring quite yet. Though it will come.
Well we have.
Sure it’s Monday, and sure it’s the start of the month, but neither feel particularly vexing to me today. Maybe it’s the sunshine, maybe it’s because Spring can’t hide forever. Whatever it is, I’ll take it.
It’s beautifully sunny, it’s warmer and I’m edgy. I have no idea why, but I feel like there’s electricity in the air.
Not necessarily the good kind.
It could be from the news that the insurrectionists aren’t finished yet, they have big bloody plans and that is unsettling to say the least. This world has been forever changed by that former guy, and not for the better. Imagine living your life content with the knowledge you only harmed the world and never helped it.
And that’s where we are.
I wonder how much of the old world we can get back. So many of us knew it would be like this, knew what was coming, that’s why we cried despite the mocking. And it’s clear that now that Republicans have been revealed for what they truly are, they continue to plow ahead, undeterred, shockingly unashamed.
And somehow call it patriotism.
Anyway, that’s enough of that. Have a great Friday and a fantastic weekend.
NOTE: Or an unexpected post. Somehow this didn’t publish yesterday, so today you will get this post AND a ten word photo prompt! Woo-hoo?!
It’s sunny again, and pretty warm, I think, or warm enough for Chicago in February. We’re hunkered here on a Wednesday, one where the end of winter is in sight, and maybe, just maybe this pandemic won’t last forever.
There was supposed to be more construction noise today, but so far it’s been quiet. So I decided to notice that, notice the absence of clanging and buzzing and drilling, of disembodied voices drifting.
It can happen anywhere: an unexpected tableau through a train window; a glimpse of a bird at a stoplight. Take that moment and observe it, absorb it, welcome it.
Every break, no matter how quick or how small, is a break. Take the most from it.
It’s extra sunny today, the snow gleaming under a broad blue sky. There’s work going on in another unit and I can hear the guys chatting and laughing and it doesn’t sound like they’re wearing masks.
So that’s cool.
I wrote a little yesterday, but in a floundering kind of way, I’m not sure if the thing that I’ve started is worth continuing. And that’s a problem with writing, isn’t it, because you can never be sure, not until it’s finished, and often not even then. Very fun.
Apparently today is all about sarcasm.
On the plus side my groceries will arrive soon, almost any minute now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to doing big shops at the grocery store, This limits my impulse buys, and, while this pandemic is ongoing, avoids that stressful supermarket shuffle, that constant wariness of people who refuse to maintain six feet of space.
And that’s all I have for you today, nothing to world-changing but at least my brain is going. A little. Somewhat. Enough.