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I walked at Leverett Pond this morning. The Spring woods are lovely with pale green leaves and pastel flowers. I'm listening to GK Chesterton The Man Who Was Thursday. It's fun, but not a replacement for LeVar. I'm thinking of getting the audio book of Brothers Karamazov to listen to so I can focus on one long text.
A quiet day yesterday. I biked around Jamaica Pond, cleaned the house and walked with Violet to get some boba. DH was on a long bike ride, which will be the norm for the next few months. I should plan adventure time for myself on those days.
A weird pandemic thing: on Saturday when I went to the bar mitzvah, I wore a dress I bought for Honey's graduation. I was quite sure it wouldn't fit. It zipped right up and was a little loose. I tried on some other "work" clothes and they went right on. In my head, I'm a big blob in sweatpants and need to buy all new clothes before I can be seen in public. In reality, while I do need some new clothes (and to get rid of old ones) I'm actually alright. It feels like I've been through some terrible thing and I'm different. People won't recognize or remember me and I won't "fit" in my old world. It's almost a dysmorphia and it makes me very uncomfortable seeing people I used to know. I'm dreading the reunion and if Steven weren't going to be there, I wouldn't go.
On a positive note, Prairie Fire has opened it's backlot and we went there Saturday night. So nice to sit out and be out and enjoy a bit of normalcy. A few TV notes. Mrs. Maisel is terrific and Picard is terrible. We watched the last Wheel of Time, which was unsatisfying and OFMD and I watched Trapped. And now, to work.
A quiet day yesterday. I biked around Jamaica Pond, cleaned the house and walked with Violet to get some boba. DH was on a long bike ride, which will be the norm for the next few months. I should plan adventure time for myself on those days.
A weird pandemic thing: on Saturday when I went to the bar mitzvah, I wore a dress I bought for Honey's graduation. I was quite sure it wouldn't fit. It zipped right up and was a little loose. I tried on some other "work" clothes and they went right on. In my head, I'm a big blob in sweatpants and need to buy all new clothes before I can be seen in public. In reality, while I do need some new clothes (and to get rid of old ones) I'm actually alright. It feels like I've been through some terrible thing and I'm different. People won't recognize or remember me and I won't "fit" in my old world. It's almost a dysmorphia and it makes me very uncomfortable seeing people I used to know. I'm dreading the reunion and if Steven weren't going to be there, I wouldn't go.
On a positive note, Prairie Fire has opened it's backlot and we went there Saturday night. So nice to sit out and be out and enjoy a bit of normalcy. A few TV notes. Mrs. Maisel is terrific and Picard is terrible. We watched the last Wheel of Time, which was unsatisfying and OFMD and I watched Trapped. And now, to work.
