Probably like some of you, I’m doing a lot more listening and self-reflecting than talking right now. Just popping in so my silence doesn’t come off as denial of the truth going on in America. If everyone isn’t equal, none of us are.
Saturday, I dressed in makeup, hair, Spanx (not planned, but necessary unfortunately. Thanks, sourdough!) and funeral wear, then zoomed my dad’s memorial. It turned out more or less as expected, drama not entirely absent, but at low, simmering levels that were easy to ignore. The hardest part (for me) was
1. The cat delivered two disembodied (disembirdied?) bird feet on our mat yesterday around dinnertime. The kids were SUPER squicked out. My husband, in a moment of True Lawful Evil, gave them detailed instructions on how they were to clean up, delighting in their squeals and groans of dismay and
My kids’ gym sent out a poll this week, asking if parents would be OK sending gymnasts back to practice as California is gearing up to reopen. They talked about limited number of children, social distancing, increased disinfecting, and all gymnasts doing 30 days of basic core work (read: only
Shocked face over that last entry date. Didn’t think it had been that long since we talked. TOTALLY HONESTY TIME: I’ve been quite busy devolving into a thoughtless, unblinking, possibly lizard-like creature. My brain cannot handle the opposing truths Everything Is Completely Wrong versus Is There Anything Really Wrong Right