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Staying Home, Week 6

(So apparently I wrote this back in May, all the way through adding a meme, and then never posted? screw that. No writing is ever wasted. Also, it saves me finishing a post today. –KD, 10/24/20 )

And it’s the last week at home, but I don’t want to think about that. Yeah, I’ve really enjoyed being home for six weeks (aside from the whole global pandemic and people dying and all, of course) but it’s way more than that.

It’s the whole global pandemic and people dying and all. Like so many par...

Obligatory Pictures of Rocks

Yesterday the kid and I were supposed to take a road trip to a state park we’ve never visited, just to have a look and hopefully a swim (with every intention of staying in the car if it wasn’t possible to keep a safe distance from people) but she woke up too anxious to even try it. So we went up our beloved Mount Lemmon instead. Instead of the usual “let’s go, let’s go, let’s get up there before half of Tucson gets there,” though, we instead headed up about 3:30, hoping most people would be head...

Physical Education Shouldn’t Make Kids Hate Moving

I’ve been thinking about how we’re basically taught in school to hate exercise and sports. And by we, of course, I mean the kids who are already inclined to hate them. I was not fat until I hit middle school, when puberty, depression, and loss of my mom hit me. I loved square dancing in elementary school, and playing with the parachute, and Mr. Slautterback (sp?) who taught gym in the school year and sold sno-cones at fun events I loved to be at all summer. I loved swinging as high as I could at...

A Paean to YNAB

Once, a long time ago, I lost a $20 bill when I dropped everything to catch a failing-at-flying toddler before she crash-landed. I searched high and low, tore the house apart–that was my gas money, my very last money, and I needed it. But I didn’t find it.

I drove ohhh so carefully to work, timing stoplights as best I could, stressing the whole way there and the whole way back, for five days. Each trip I wondered how much fumes could possibly be left in my tank, and when I’d be stuck on the s...

The Possibilities Are Endless

And that’s part of the problem–on a lovely (because it exists, not because of the weather, which is HOT) weekend, the possibilities are endless–so they can wait. There are boundaries, of course, of time and money and weather (did I mention it’s HOT?) and the current pandemic–but within those boundaries, I still could never name all the things that I could do with this weekend.

I could dust my room, I could sweep my room, I could finally do the thing in the back bathroom to make a trellis for ...

Monday Mornings Bite

Mondays are hard. I try not to be one of those people living for the weekend, but the fact is, the weekends are MY time. And I want my time. Even more since I was furloughed for six weeks in April and May, and rediscovered just how GLORIOUS a large amount of me-time can be. (and that was highly stressed, stuck at home, me-time! Imagine having weeks and weeks of me time when I can do what I want!)

So yeah. Getting up this morning was really hard. Putting myself together to go to work is even h...

Planner Update

Here’s the thing–I call it my BuJo, but it doesn’t seem to be very BuJo. in particular, I’m not (so far) using the bullet system to track tasks. I like to highlight next to the task with one of my newly acquired six pretty colors and then check it off when I get it done. I do > when I move the task on, though. So I’m using the teeniest bit of the system!

Anyway. It’s been a week, and I’m still using it. With the way I go, that’s definitely something. I’m feeling like I have my ship together a...

Planning My Days

I’ve resisted plans, routines, scheduling, for a very long time. Even now that I figured out they are good for me, and free me up for spontaneity, I still sabotage myself.

But I want to be free! I want choices! I want to be completely paralyzed by options and do none of the things I want to do, instead doomscrolling through my weekend and then Godzilla-stomping through a rampage Sunday night, angry that I’m not ready for the workweek and also I didn’t have any fun!

Yeah, no. The savage joy...

Mood

The last zucchini has died. I should write a mournful obit like I did for the kid’s frogs that one time (Here) but I’m not feeling it.

Everything in my (small, container) garden is dying. All that’s left are a few wisps of green of carrots that might have survived the caterpillars, but can’t seem to put out some leaves, the famous three-leaved pepper plant (still four inches tall! After MONTHS!) and four tomato plants which…tomato plants are the ones that are difficult, aren’t they? So I’...

Tired of Gardening

I mean, not that I really got far into it. But three of my four zucchini plants died, and the last one still hasn’t even put out a female flower that I can tell. My tomato plants are stumbling along, but I’ve only seen one flower from four plants. Caterpillars got my carrots, though a few may survive. The mint turned mostly brown for no reason I could see, but it’s mint, so it’s still freaking alive. The one surviving pepper plant has one surviving leaf.

Why won’t they just die?

The thing ...