This was week twenty-one of the year, but week ten of this responsible distancing adventure.
I can’t complain. It hasn’t been bad for me the way it’s been bad for others. I have a job. And a house. And cats. For some, this whole thing has created instability and financial distress. For me, it’s given me an excuse to stay home and read and write.
True, I feel disconnected from the students and what I love about teaching. True, I feel like I’m in a really boring version of the movie Groundhog Day. True, I am living with a boy I just broke up with…
So it’s just my work, my relationship, and my day-to-day that feel out of whack. No big deal.
Sunday
I’m very grateful to have this gold course just across the Parkway. It’s a nice escape I would probably be going stir-crazy without. I’ve never been a golfer. I don’t even really like mini-golf. Because I’m bad at it. If you ever take me, expect me to cheat. And real golf? One time I went to a pitch and putt place with my dad and brother. I remember taking one swing. And immediately after that one swing, I remember thinking that having the place parallel to a busy road did not seem like the smartest idea.
But these days I can appreciate why people might enjoy it. Golf courses are pretty and peaceful, and the activity gives them an excuse to be outside and to ride around on golf carts. My newfound appreciation doesn’t stretch very far, though. The second I see people roll by in their polos and visors, with their belted khakis, I think douche, and I wish the golf course were still closed.
Monday
These are pretty.
Tuesday
I’m not sure if this picture looks cool, gloomy, hopeful, or none of the above.
Wednesday
I guess all my pictures this week are of nature. And my cats. I think that’s actually been the case for about three months now… What a year to decide to start doing this Photo Journal thing… The year I’m stuck. In every way.
Thursday
This is the laziest cat I’ve ever met. She sleeps for ninety-five percent of the day. And she LOVES warmth. She will lie in front of the vents when the heat kicks on or sunbath in windows until she gets so overheated she can barely stumble a few steps away to a slightly cooler spot where she’ll collapse in a heap.
Friday
Look closely. Do you see him? He’s always watching…
He was not super happy with me when I spent most of the day outside with Amanda (safely social distancing, of course). She laid on her blanket and I sat in a chair and we chatted and drank water and ate mango salsa from our own bowls.
Saturday
Caturday.