Day #32 - Yet another gloomy Saturday...
Apr. 17th, 2021 08:44 pm
While my brother went to the beach in coastal Maine, I went to the grocery store. He had weather in the forties and gloomy skies, and I had weather in the fifties and gloomy skies...

As you can see - folks are still wearing masks, thankfully. Although I did for the first time since March 18, leave my apartment without a mask to throw trash down the shoot. (There was no one in the hallways, so this was hardly an issue.) I'm taking baby steps. I've learned the best way to handle my anxiety is to move slowly. Like I did last year - slowly got up the nerve to do the recyclables, then the laundry, then the groceries and pharmacy, and the walks. I refuse to let my anxieties control me - except with driving, which to be fair is kind of difficult to ahem over come when you live in NYC. I was able to kind of deal with it in Kansas, but even there I had nightmares - and still get anxiety thinking about it. It's impossible to explain this to folks who don't think the way I do. I've tried. It's the sort of thing that you either get or you don't. No problems getting on subway or train for the most part - there's not that many folks on them, and they mostly wear masks. Also I got on them before I was vaccinated - kind of had to - to get the vaccine, get transportation passes renewed, and go to doctor's appointments.

As you can see - I love taking photos of flowers and trees - they hold still unlike other things. (Well those who can see them at any rate.)
Today, mostly lounged about - not doing all that much. Had a mushroom, tomato, onion, spinach and cheese omelete with fresh greens and fruit for brunch. Then a couple of tiny mousses, a few proscutti wrapped cheese sticks, and for dinner rice paper spring rolls - with tuna and veggies over greens. My mother can't figure out how it is I'm gaining weight and not losing it.
Doesn't appear to be my thyroid. I've always struggled with diet and weight, also I'm a bit of a foodie - who doesn't like to follow recipes. Wish I was an exercise freak instead - like my brother and niece, would be better both.

COVID is still affecting television in interesting ways. The Great Pottery Throw-Down (filmed in Britain) was apparently shut down for seven days due to COVID. I didn't notice - outside of the fact that they told us in a quick blurb, and as a result didn't boot anyone off that week.
Also, one of the long-term actresses on a soap deigned not to return for her minor supporting role during COVID. Honestly I don't blame her - she had hardly much role at all. I'd have said no, too.
Meanwhile, a lot of prime time network shows are depicting COVID in various ways. I kind of wish they wouldn't - it's either depressing or jarring. I mean 9-1-1, wears masks and doesn't, and people social distance and don't, it's not consistent. I found it cringe-inducing at times. Same with A Million Little Things, This is Us, The Connors, and Station 19. Grey's Anatomy is just grim. And? I'm finding it difficult to watch medical shows at the moment. I don't want to watch shows about people being sick and dying. 9-1-1 isn't so bad - because its people in absurd situations, like a volcano in Texas, or a bus stuck in a building in LA.
I'm veering more towards fantasy at the moment or soaps.
I also came to an odd sort of epithany today while talking to mother - which is, we can't judge others for what they did or didn't do for us or anyone else during a crisis, whether it be a pandemic, a terrorist attack, or anything really. And we shouldn't judge ourselves. I don't know about anyone else? But I tend to judge myself more than others. I hold myself to a high standard. But I also have and still do struggle with anxiety and depression.
And I realized it is important to be kind to each other and to myself. And it is easy to be kind to the folks who do stuff that make life easier, or step up, or are every day heroes...it's so much harder to be kind to those who are struggling, and can't step up. Who can't be bright and sunny, etc.
But, I think sometimes - they need it more?
What I mean is - we don't know what someone else is struggling with. All the little bits and pieces they don't say. Or can't say. I was watching Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist today - and the psychic got across to Zoey that she was relying purely on her ability to hear other's hearts songs, and not on listening to the person, or paying attention to them. So was missing things they were trying to tell her.
Be gentle with yourself, I thought. And with the world. It's wounded, and in pain, suffering and struggling and trying to make sense of shit in its own way. Sometimes sitting still is the best and only thing to do. If only for a minute or two.
