Deep breath and sigh - it's now day 90. Ninety Days.
1. Tomorrow is a doctor's appointment, which requires a subway ride. Granted it is really only a twenty-thirty minute subway ride. About nine to ten stops. Not too bad. The subways are supposed to be clean. Masks are allegedly mandatory - curious to see how that's being enforced.
It also requires some walking along residential streets. Sitting in a doctor's office waiting room, and a doctor's exam room. The question is which mask to wear - the one with the additional filter? The surgical blue and white masks? The new ones I got with two layers?
I'm dreading it. ( Read more... )
2. In other news, the Supreme Court determined by a 6-3 vote that the Civil Rights Act did protect LGBTQA folks from getting fired from a job for being LGBTQA. The ACLU was rather proud of this victory - considering it had been fighting for it for a while now. There's still more ground that needs to be covered, but a spot of good news. Kind of justifies my donations to the ACLU over the years.
3. Crazy Workplace
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4. Mother's depressed. God, who isn't? Also, while I knew 2020 was going to be a roller-coaster ride, I didn't realize it would be this bad of one. I should have - we have the Anti-Christ in the White House (Lando's nickname for him), I don't know what I was expecting.
I almost burst into tears twice today - feeling sorry for myself. Thinking I should have prepared for this better. But honestly, I tried. I did what I could with what was available.
And I'm tired of being scared and anxious over simple things. Latest, an area of my tub that appears to be wearing away and I don't know what to do about it. It's now rust colored. And rough. I can't figure out how to fix it or stop it. I think it's the water that pools in that place. I can't call the super to fix or look at it right now.
Routine helps. I am a creature of habit. And I've a strict routine that I more or less stick to. That provides sanity, as does taking long walks through a cemetery - yesterday's was five miles for three hours. Or meditation. Writing daily in this journal. Calling my parents. Texting my brother. Interacting on FB. Completing work assignments. Watching the Governor's live news briefings - which my mother is catching via youtube now.
My mother worried today about never being very good at anything. She wanted to be a good artist.
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I don't think she understood. But it's something I've learned over the past ten years - that I can't get validation from outside myself. Nor can other's define or tell me who I am or what I can or can't do or what I enjoy, or what I'm even good at.
Most people have no clue who they are, how are they supposed to figure out who I am? ( Read more... )
At any rate, I've learned to write what is inside me, and let the chips fall where they may. I no longer desire fame or fortune, just a handful of souls here and there who may find something of value in it, whatever that may be.
Sometimes, I just write as I am tonight, to let off steam as one might with a pressure valve. If people enjoy it, find meaning in it, can relate...all the better, if not...it is what it is. I've little control over it either way.
I leave you with...a big fluffy cat, my niece's to be exact.

1. Tomorrow is a doctor's appointment, which requires a subway ride. Granted it is really only a twenty-thirty minute subway ride. About nine to ten stops. Not too bad. The subways are supposed to be clean. Masks are allegedly mandatory - curious to see how that's being enforced.
It also requires some walking along residential streets. Sitting in a doctor's office waiting room, and a doctor's exam room. The question is which mask to wear - the one with the additional filter? The surgical blue and white masks? The new ones I got with two layers?
I'm dreading it. ( Read more... )
2. In other news, the Supreme Court determined by a 6-3 vote that the Civil Rights Act did protect LGBTQA folks from getting fired from a job for being LGBTQA. The ACLU was rather proud of this victory - considering it had been fighting for it for a while now. There's still more ground that needs to be covered, but a spot of good news. Kind of justifies my donations to the ACLU over the years.
3. Crazy Workplace
( Read more... )
4. Mother's depressed. God, who isn't? Also, while I knew 2020 was going to be a roller-coaster ride, I didn't realize it would be this bad of one. I should have - we have the Anti-Christ in the White House (Lando's nickname for him), I don't know what I was expecting.
I almost burst into tears twice today - feeling sorry for myself. Thinking I should have prepared for this better. But honestly, I tried. I did what I could with what was available.
And I'm tired of being scared and anxious over simple things. Latest, an area of my tub that appears to be wearing away and I don't know what to do about it. It's now rust colored. And rough. I can't figure out how to fix it or stop it. I think it's the water that pools in that place. I can't call the super to fix or look at it right now.
Routine helps. I am a creature of habit. And I've a strict routine that I more or less stick to. That provides sanity, as does taking long walks through a cemetery - yesterday's was five miles for three hours. Or meditation. Writing daily in this journal. Calling my parents. Texting my brother. Interacting on FB. Completing work assignments. Watching the Governor's live news briefings - which my mother is catching via youtube now.
My mother worried today about never being very good at anything. She wanted to be a good artist.
( Read more... )
I don't think she understood. But it's something I've learned over the past ten years - that I can't get validation from outside myself. Nor can other's define or tell me who I am or what I can or can't do or what I enjoy, or what I'm even good at.
Most people have no clue who they are, how are they supposed to figure out who I am? ( Read more... )
At any rate, I've learned to write what is inside me, and let the chips fall where they may. I no longer desire fame or fortune, just a handful of souls here and there who may find something of value in it, whatever that may be.
Sometimes, I just write as I am tonight, to let off steam as one might with a pressure valve. If people enjoy it, find meaning in it, can relate...all the better, if not...it is what it is. I've little control over it either way.
I leave you with...a big fluffy cat, my niece's to be exact.
