I’m a little bit sick right now, so I’m slow moving and a little knotty in my head, but I’m trudging through the days. I’m out many nights doing things and I’m slowly getting used to my new routine. It turns out you can get used to a lot of things (not everything, but many things). I used to want to go upstairs at 8 pm to get ready for bed at 10 pm. If I was out at night (choir nights), I would get back after 9 pm and couldn’t sleep for a long time. But now I can more reliably sleep at 10 pm if I’m home at 9:15 pm. I’m getting used to being more social – I do really enjoy being by myself (amplified by the quarantine), but now I talk to people a lot and it used to exhaust me, but it’s been ok and..dare I say, fun? Perhaps.
People are messy and complicated. Feelings are hurt left and right, my feelings are hurt, I hurt other people, it is inevitable in a group setting. I understand why one might want to hole up in your own apartment with your ai friend who is always nice to you. Last week, I had an astonishing run of conversations with different people about hurt feelings and disappoints and fears and so many things. All I can say is that things are not as they seem, everything you see is complicated and has layers of stories and feelings and mystery.
I’m always happy to hold babies, and Nat surprised us with a little visit with week-old Ari. I don’t often get to hold such a new person, it was a delight and that baby was very calm and at ease in my arms. Leon is doing well, so happy for him, curious and less anxious, it’s great to see him growing up.
Friday, I volunteered to help decorate for the Roaring 20s themed vibes. There was a mocktail bar – prohibition punch. Not bad, very festive.
I collect plants from people that they don’t want. Usually there is a story behind them: this is a plant of lame apologies.
This is a plant of happy life transitions:
This is a plant of love, leisure and time together:
This is a plant of family trips:
And this is a photo of Elka!
