Just clutching at stuff in the odd moment. I stitch, then I cut away. Kind of aimless. Swirling. Still, something to hold on to when my mind needs a rest.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
standstills, handholds and launches
Thursday, January 14, 2021
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
pangs
First thing this morning, I got my COVID test results back. NEGATIVE. So that's out of the way. This county is in deep shit according to some counts. Now, I'll start beating the bushes for the vaccine.
Then some quality time writing and interacting with distant friends. Gnashing my teeth over the shitshow in DC and the rest of the country with some. Heart to aching heart with others.
Then I sat down to watch a Christmas gift to myself, "The Eagles Live at the Forum." The audio discs on my car stereo system have been underwhelming. I can't tell whether it's the production, the stereo system, or my hearing which is getting worse by the day. Last night at work, I could hear the callers through my dual headset but my own voice sounded deep underwater.
Colin cued up the DVD for me on the system in the living room and the first song was "Seven Bridges Road". I was quite overcome and had to stop watching. There were errands to run, a day to get on with. More about that another time.
Wednesday, January 06, 2021
Innocence
We were out doing errands. Small stuff: air up a soft tire, the cheap thrill of the rock & roll carwash, a soft pretzel and Gatorade from QT. Then a hour in the sunshine. He hung back from the playground. Only half the handful of kids wore masks. He took refuge in art.
I was getting alerts on my phone about the riots in DC. When we got home, I put on the TV.
"Nana, is this a movie?"
I did my best to explain. He was scandalized.
"I thought Warnoff and Ossock won and it was over! I'm so sick of politicals.
Us too, kiddo.