I struggled with the monotony of pandemic life so much during Week Thirty-Three that I actively sought ways to feel productive. I tried to wrestle myself back into a gym routine (even though I’m working out alone now), I finished going through all 16,000+ pictures in my iCloud account, and I started purging all my belongings at the house. First to be emptied and cleaned and organized was the basement. There’s very little left down there now — just essential tools and laundry supplies. Next up: Keepsakes. Dun dun dunnnnn!!! Tune in next week to see how that’s going.
Sunday
The gym has been basically empty for months now, but that hasn’t really stopped us. At first, Anthony was beaming daily workouts into our phones for us to do on our own at home. Then he started hosting outdoor workouts. I went to a few, but when my neurologist scared the shit out of me, I stopped attending those. Now Anthony lets me go use the gym all by my lonesome to do the WOD.
Monday
Taranne usually comes once a month for the army, but with COVID, that ceased for awhile. This was only the second time she’s had to come to Utica recently. While she stayed in a hotel instead of at my house, I did get to see her a little.
Taranne is a forever friend (whether I like it or not :). We’ve known each other for sixteen years. She knew me as an 18 year old, as a 22 year old, as a 30 year old… And she knows me now. That’s the thing about real friendships. You don’t get stuck as the person you once were; you’re allowed to grow. I can still see the 18 year old in her — the crazy, uncertain, girl with terrible taste in guys who loved singing show tunes with me. And I can still see the 22 year old who’d found her career path, doubted her worth in her relationship, and loved singing show tunes with me. The 30 year old is even easier to remember, as it’s the person she most closely resembles today — an accomplished woman, a loving wife and mother, and a person who loves singing show tunes with me.
I think other friendships of mine haven’t stood the test of time because they couldn’t see past who I once was. But with Taranne, we see who we are today, and maybe we see that person a little clearer and appreciate them a little more because we knew all the versions that existed before.
Tuesday
LMAOOO… We cleaned the basement.
Wednesday
I went for a long walk, as I often do in the evenings. And as I was doing my thing, I saw this little lady doing her thing. And we both paused and contemplated each other for a moment, then continued right on doing our things.
Thursday
Sam can’t leave me to sit and read on the porch alone. But he gets awful tired.
Friday
I love them.
Saturday
I went for another walk. Trees are cute.