Today's title is brought to you by Lis. I talked to her on the phone today and she told me that if she sent me pictures of things in her house that needed attending to, I would get in my car and rush to her house with medication. That she has no motivation.
"Honey, I don't think they have medication for that," I said. "But I love the sound of it. Motivation medication."
If they did make it, I would surely take it.
I told Lis that I hadn't even made the bed yet. It was about 12:30. But I had, I told her, gotten the silicone glue off of twelve tiny kiln-fired pots. Which took me at least 45 minutes. You can see them above.
The story behind that is a long one but it involves a clock that was gifted to us from Mr. Moon's sister and each one of those tiny precious pots was a number on the clock. The clock's works have long since quit, uh, working, but I did not want to throw away those little works of art. They all had glue on them, of course, and with care and some tool that I do not know the name of that I found in Mr. Moon's stuff, I got them all stripped of the glue. Aren't they darling?
So that's what I was motivated to do today.
I've been trying to stay off my foot which really does feel better. Staying off one's foot is not easy, though. Hank and Rachel came out for a little visit and they saw me limp and Rachel asked how my foot was and I told her that it was fine, didn't hurt at all until I put pressure on it. They both burst into laughter because at that moment I was standing on it which of course does tend to put pressure on a foot.
It was so nice to see them. Rachel is working so hard in her Master's Degree program for social work. And Hank is doing online trivia so if you have a need for any sort of a trivia event, let me know. He can specialize it for your needs. Art, science, music, Shakespeare, crazy news events, politics, queer-specific...anything you want. Hank is the Trivia Master.
Today we mostly talked about stuff we've been watching on the TeeVee, although no one calls it TV anymore, I guess. They've been watching old seasons of Survivor. They kept trying to come up with something that Glen and I can watch and enjoy together. We're having a hard time with that. This is a man who will happily watch drag racing for hours, loves shows like the one where a bunch of people make knives, and anything involving the restoration of old cars. I, meanwhile, love Call The Midwife, reruns of The Office, the occasional trashy reality show, some crime documentaries, almost all documentaries about cults, and other random things. If our watching preferences was a Venn Diagram, there really would not be that middle part where things overlap.
We did love Deadwood. Both of us. Passionately. And we've watched other things together and enjoyed them but it generally settles into a situation where we watch something that neither of us really hates which is not an optimal situation.
Oh well. Talk about your first-world problems.
I've got a pot of gumbo on the stove, barely simmering. I've got a loaf of sourdough ready to go into the oven. I've got twelve little jugs cleaned of glue.
I did eventually make the bed.
We haven't seen the sun in days and I'm back to wearing the Goodwill cashmere. The duck is still in use on the bed. And yet- the sugar snap peas have leapt from the ground and everything is making new green.
In other words, it's March here in North Florida in Year Two of the Pandemic in my 67th year. Everything is just about as fine as it can be considering the circumstances. May it be for you as well.