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Muggy morning walk listening to the Brothers Karamazov. We're seeing Sing Street today at the Huntington. Yesterday we went to the JP Music Festival to see Army of Toys and other bands. It was great to see them. I forget how wonderful live music is. It reminded me of the first time I saw the Toys at the House of Blues. Their stage show is next level and the musicianship is top notch.

Violet got her booster and spend the day on the couch. We watched Thor:Love and Thunder which was diverting, but of course Jane gets fridged.

Counting down the days to my trip. I'm checking things off the list (glasses, clothes, luggage) and I need to be very prepared for P'town/LA.

We've landed in Needham, in a house on a little dirt road. All I see is trees though there are houses all around and I hear the trains roll through. We have plenty of space here. It's a little funky, like all rentals, but hopefully more relaxing than the hotel. DH made a great summer dinner of pasta with basil and tomatoes with mozzarella and sweet corn. It felt for a moment like summer. We're excited to cook again.

Saturday night we saw Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys at ONCE Somerville. It was a beautiful night. I was depressed but across the river we went and it was magic. To hear those songs, so sing and dance and feel again. To see the old crowd again. So awkward to talk to people but we did speak with Tom, Deanna and Nikki. Bebe steps.

Growing bitter over the loss of July. Tired of moving. Hopefully I'll get out tomorrow AM for a walk.

Walked out to Grigg's Park this morning. Spring is coming in. The trees are still bare and brown, so the streets still feel naked. When you look out in the woods and paths, it looks very crowded with people. I drove out to Watertown yesterday after a play date drop off, and the paths were so busy, I didn't walk. How I miss the real forests of the Cape. I rode my bike in the morning out and around Jamaica Pond in the morning. Still, it was a jean jacket and iced coffee day, so that's a win.

I finished listening to the Katrina podcast. It's a great piece of journalism and letting the teenager who's life was derailed have the last word was brilliant. We also watched the last It's a Sin last night. So very say, but well done. Davies is a great story teller with deep humanity.

Short week as I took two days off to clean and cook for Passover. Not looking forward to it. Another boulder on my back.

I'm putting together a playlist for the kids of music that I liked. DH plays his music all the time, but they don't really know mine. It's interesting to look back and of course the memory is selective. It will be interesting to listen to it and find the commonalities. Listening to Santana now because my uncle left his 45 of Oye Como Va at my Grandmother's house and I listened to it on my close and play. How much of myself do I keep contained? I work hard not to take up room and it has worked. What will be left of me? What will the kids remember? It's funny when I think back to when they were little, I was even less of a person. I remember the Awakening in 2008 to Amanda's music and theater, but there is still much I conceal.

Reading Murakmi's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. Funny to read it now, after reading so much of his more recent work. So strange, so softly sexist.