Year 2- Day 142...Doing nothing..
Aug. 7th, 2021 06:24 pmKind of laid about and did little. Talked to mother for awhile - she's feeling lonely and bored, and my heart goes out to her.
The pandemic is weird. There's folks who are deeply affected and others who aren't at all. They just go about their lives the way they always have as if nothing has happened, no one is dying, and life is the same. I've picked up on that watching the Olympics.
Summer for myself? Uneventful. Pretty much the same as last year - except for the brief three day trip to upstate New York. A lot of folks from my church have moved upstate or north of the city these past two years. Fleeing the city for the suburbs or rural towns. New York is such a transitory town. People come and go from it constantly.
Irritable lately. Perhaps mildly stir-crazy. I would like to see a movie, but with cases on the rise, am uncertain if it is safe. The world feels falsely safe at the moment.
So may watch one on television instead. Trying to write...but not quite committed to it.
Not even all that sure what to say here.
I'm angry at the people who refuse to get vaccinated when millions can't get a dose, and are dying. The anti-vaxxers enrage me. I read an article today about how we should feel compassion and empathy for them. I feel disdain.
Anyhow, on this gloomy hot day - it's in the upper 80s but feels like 90 and is muggy, I am grateful for air conditioning, a lap top, electricity, enjoying my own company, and comfortable clothing. Perhaps I'll send myself flowers next week. I wish I could do something for my mother - but she's requested I not send her anything.
Me standing on the Greenwhich Time Line in England, circa 1987. I'm 20 year of age and into black and white photos. I loved that sweater - wore it to death.

The pandemic is weird. There's folks who are deeply affected and others who aren't at all. They just go about their lives the way they always have as if nothing has happened, no one is dying, and life is the same. I've picked up on that watching the Olympics.
Summer for myself? Uneventful. Pretty much the same as last year - except for the brief three day trip to upstate New York. A lot of folks from my church have moved upstate or north of the city these past two years. Fleeing the city for the suburbs or rural towns. New York is such a transitory town. People come and go from it constantly.
Irritable lately. Perhaps mildly stir-crazy. I would like to see a movie, but with cases on the rise, am uncertain if it is safe. The world feels falsely safe at the moment.
So may watch one on television instead. Trying to write...but not quite committed to it.
Not even all that sure what to say here.
I'm angry at the people who refuse to get vaccinated when millions can't get a dose, and are dying. The anti-vaxxers enrage me. I read an article today about how we should feel compassion and empathy for them. I feel disdain.
Anyhow, on this gloomy hot day - it's in the upper 80s but feels like 90 and is muggy, I am grateful for air conditioning, a lap top, electricity, enjoying my own company, and comfortable clothing. Perhaps I'll send myself flowers next week. I wish I could do something for my mother - but she's requested I not send her anything.
Me standing on the Greenwhich Time Line in England, circa 1987. I'm 20 year of age and into black and white photos. I loved that sweater - wore it to death.
