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I went out to the Arboretum this morning. I chose to drive on the Jway, even though it makes me nervous. Bold choices today. Yesterday, I went to Somerville to the doctor and remembered how only a few weeks ago that trip made me nervous. I need to widen the circle. It got hot at the Arboretum and there were mosquitos. Will I West Nile? Stay tuned. It was nice to see it in full bloom. Rain the rest of the day. I'm painting my nails because we are going to see Barbie downtown tonight. Nice to be part of the Zeitgeist. And to get out of our habitrail. Yesterday was the last for my colleagues. It was very heavy on me. Still is. The other shoe dropped.

We have been getting the mail on Brook St. Violet has been playing keyboard and has now started playing our piano. It's great to hear. I got new glasses yesterday. I was astonishingly blind and now everything thing is in high def. And it's a mess. Is this a metaphor? 

Last night we watched SNW, which was actually interesting. Tried making a Campari spritz to salute my comrades and soothe my mind. Turned out too bitter. Aperol is better. It was hard to go a week without seeing Honey. Soon it will be two weeks, then almost a year. We must try for the December trip. Ironically, she might have more time to talk when she's in Israel.

The future seems slippery and impenetrable. But we have Barbie tickets and plans to see Macbeth TOMORROW

I did yoga this morning! My subscription to Yoga International expired so I turn to YouTube and found a good video. Much easier than that site anyway, which took forever to load and didn't have the right length/level/woowoo classes for me. So that's a big win for today. I realized I can do it on the days when DH goes to the office. Then I have the whole living room. And with Violet off on the bus, I have a free hour. I took a short walk too and I have to say that I feel much better. Got a jolt of serotonin and my brain feels normal again.

I looked back at my journal entries and I think the real trouble began in early May with the SC leak. Then Honey came home with COVID, then Bard, then Shavuot which welded my shielding shut. Plus the end of school chaos. It's taken me almost two months to climb out. A stable schedule. Bach. Walks. I also think finally renting the summer place has taken a huge load off my mind. I need plans! I'm booked to September and it feels good. (Mind immediately starts sniffing around to think about Thanksgiving and winter break.)

Last night I did laundry and we booked a place in Ptown. Finally! It's expensive, but I think the right choice. I did want a house. So much of my travel is driven by the need for a house. In this case, it will be a condo, but with a patio and the beach across the street. We'll be able to use the Harbor Hotel pool, which will be great. And this time I'm walking out the dune road! And I can walk on the railroad trail.

But first, it's still June and I have work to do.

The electrician is coming today. I dismantled the kitchen last night. This is the "it gets worse before it gets better" part of the journey. I have some vague hope that the contractor will work quickly, and we'll be cooking again soon. Strangely enough, I don't know where we'll be sleeping tonight, but I'm OK with that. Has the pandemic changed me? I do have hotel reservations for January in PA, but I've learned to let go of the illusion of control.

Lovely weather. I walked at the reservoir this morning and I hope to go out again later. We're all limping along trying to make it to Thanksgiving. To the CAPE! To a HOUSE with a KITCHEN, real plates and cups and silverware. If only I didn't have to transport an entire dinner in the car. Ah well.

The third day of terrible heat and humidity. It oppresses me. Come on Thor, release us from this hell! Looking out the window, the blue sky and green trees are trying to lure me into sweat death.

I walked Kendrick this morning, listening to Sandman. It's wonderful how my pandemic practices help and sustain me. Stuff that's good for you is just good for you, no matter the turmoil. Suffering terribly from bug bites and anxiety about where they came from. This on top of the plague, the housing mess and the heat.

We've booked a weekend at the Sandcastle after Honey leaves. It will be good to get away and have a normal summer, though we need a place to come back to. Some movement on the reconstruction front, but still waiting for phone calls and help. Violet is sad that camp is ending, but she'll get her sister back and then be in school. Too much time and not enough.

Driving into Bline this morning. I'm out of coffee!

The red of barns
green of corn,
threaded with tarry gray road,
home calls: remember?