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I post my photos of the Cemetery Angels on Facebook and the Doctor Who fans keep making jokes about them.
Tried to take a walk today, but after about ten minutes, came back inside. If yesterday felt like a steam-bath, today felt like sticking one's head in a sauna or oven. I felt sick and got a headache after about five minutes. The plus side of working remotely from home? I don't have to wander about in the heat any longer. I don't remember last years temperatures being this bad - but they most likely were. Memory is a funny thing.
Less panicked today, as I told my mother - I've moved through the five stages of Grief on to acceptance. I accept the fact that I've zero control over whatever it is that the Universe in its ultimate wisdom decides to throw at me next. Or rather all the crazy people out there struggling to make decisions. At times it feels as if our leadership is throwing jello molds at a wall to see what sticks.
Also decided to focus on getting through this week and Friday's kitchen work first. One day at a time. If I look too far ahead...I'll get lost in dread. I wish for spoilers. But alas, all I have are muddled prophecies from Nostradumus.
Spoke with a guy who was at the office today - about an invoice. I took the opportunity to ask what, if any safety improvements had been made to our floor. Turns out all they've done is buy a lot of hand-sanitizers and masks.
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Today, I flirted with feeling sorry for myself. The internet makes this insanely easy - we have all these people telling me how great their lives are...and mine is rather pathetic in comparison, although much like anything else - it depends on whom you are comparing it too.( Read more... )
And the world is scary. Not the world outside my window - it's about the same that its always been except with masks. Now most everyone wears masks, with a few exceptions like the Super of my building. I don't see him often enough to make a big deal about it. And honestly, he always gives me the side-eye, so I've decided it's best not too. I dread the day that the light in my bedroom goes out.
I've decided to pull back a bit from the News. It's just getting worse. And I can't tell what's happening with the virus, the information is confusing. ( Read more... )
Picture of a lovely turtle pond with mausoleums around it. Honestly, the dead have better living accommodations than the living. Possibly because the dead make less of a mess, take up less room, and can become excellent food for trees and flowers over time.
One of the many things that I've become aware of during this crisis is how unequal our society truly is across the board. Forget identity politics for a bit - the inequalities in class know no boundaries. I've always been aware of it, of course. Kind of hard not to be - when every day I would walk through or commute from middle class to upper middle class to working class, and along the way see abject poverty. Online it's become achingly apparent in the posts that I'm seeing.
( Read more... )
Trees give me comfort in these uncertain times. They are so steady. So strong. So vibrant. I place my hand against it and sometimes, I can swear I feel it breath.
Today, I stared at the ones past my window, which over time have filled out with lush green leaves - there's a sea of green beyond my window, at least ten trees in varying shapes and sizes. Each time I gaze at them, I'm filled with a feeling of peace. And a certainty that things will turn out okay, even though it's very hard to believe that while sailing across this endless sea of dread.
Ah well. Enough.
Tried to take a walk today, but after about ten minutes, came back inside. If yesterday felt like a steam-bath, today felt like sticking one's head in a sauna or oven. I felt sick and got a headache after about five minutes. The plus side of working remotely from home? I don't have to wander about in the heat any longer. I don't remember last years temperatures being this bad - but they most likely were. Memory is a funny thing.
Less panicked today, as I told my mother - I've moved through the five stages of Grief on to acceptance. I accept the fact that I've zero control over whatever it is that the Universe in its ultimate wisdom decides to throw at me next. Or rather all the crazy people out there struggling to make decisions. At times it feels as if our leadership is throwing jello molds at a wall to see what sticks.
Also decided to focus on getting through this week and Friday's kitchen work first. One day at a time. If I look too far ahead...I'll get lost in dread. I wish for spoilers. But alas, all I have are muddled prophecies from Nostradumus.
Spoke with a guy who was at the office today - about an invoice. I took the opportunity to ask what, if any safety improvements had been made to our floor. Turns out all they've done is buy a lot of hand-sanitizers and masks.
( Read more... )
Today, I flirted with feeling sorry for myself. The internet makes this insanely easy - we have all these people telling me how great their lives are...and mine is rather pathetic in comparison, although much like anything else - it depends on whom you are comparing it too.( Read more... )
And the world is scary. Not the world outside my window - it's about the same that its always been except with masks. Now most everyone wears masks, with a few exceptions like the Super of my building. I don't see him often enough to make a big deal about it. And honestly, he always gives me the side-eye, so I've decided it's best not too. I dread the day that the light in my bedroom goes out.
I've decided to pull back a bit from the News. It's just getting worse. And I can't tell what's happening with the virus, the information is confusing. ( Read more... )
Picture of a lovely turtle pond with mausoleums around it. Honestly, the dead have better living accommodations than the living. Possibly because the dead make less of a mess, take up less room, and can become excellent food for trees and flowers over time.
One of the many things that I've become aware of during this crisis is how unequal our society truly is across the board. Forget identity politics for a bit - the inequalities in class know no boundaries. I've always been aware of it, of course. Kind of hard not to be - when every day I would walk through or commute from middle class to upper middle class to working class, and along the way see abject poverty. Online it's become achingly apparent in the posts that I'm seeing.
( Read more... )
Trees give me comfort in these uncertain times. They are so steady. So strong. So vibrant. I place my hand against it and sometimes, I can swear I feel it breath.
Today, I stared at the ones past my window, which over time have filled out with lush green leaves - there's a sea of green beyond my window, at least ten trees in varying shapes and sizes. Each time I gaze at them, I'm filled with a feeling of peace. And a certainty that things will turn out okay, even though it's very hard to believe that while sailing across this endless sea of dread.
Ah well. Enough.