It’s laundry day, so I am happy to procrastinate by writing this update!
It was drizzly off and on but we nonetheless persevered and got in a full hour walk. Keely was headstrong this morning with very firm ideas about where we would be going, and since the weekends are for her to take lead, I stumbled along half asleep and wishing I had a mug of tea in hand.
(Tragically, not coffee — along with grains, it has become one of those things that profoundly upsets my stomach. I…I am heartbroken. I hope this is short lived. *sobs*)
I was entertained by coming across this living meme, “nature is healing” via a couple of trash bins being eaten by the wilderness on an empty lot. 😛
Why are there trash bins on an empty lot? If they belong to one of the houses across the street why are they abandoned on an empty lot? …just, why?
Such are the mysteries of the urban jungle!
It’s going to be a rainy day and I’m happy to curl up indoors. Admittedly that is what I normally do on the weekends, especially during Pandemic Season.
I do miss going out, make no mistake. I used to do brunch regularly with my friend Kim (yes we have the same name; it was wildly popular among our parents’ generation when we were born) at Uptown Cafe. It was always busy, flooded with people, and even if it were open for dining in (I’m unsure about that?) and even if I was daring enough to go dine in anywhere (which I am not, by and large) it would be such a different experience now. It will be emptier and quieter, and while that has a charm of its own it will not be the same experience that Kim and I used to share and enjoy.
I miss that.
I have a lot on my mind today, mostly about writing and my business (which I plan to do a real launch for in January) and money. Despite my student loan woes, the gamble I made in 2010 with grad school has literally paid off for me in a steady job through the pandemic, not something I had during the dot-com crash of 2000, post-9/11, or the 2008 recession.
Wow my generation sure has been through it, eh? No wonder few of us have two dimes to rub together.
My father, who grew up during The Great Depression, would be understanding I think.