I can’t believe I haven’t posted here in four months. But time became weirdly elastic since March of 2020. Today I kind of looked around and thought, wait, it’s 2021? I was putting on make up and heading to meet friends for lunch. Again, I paused. This is so normal. This is so weird. I’ve been having that feeling a lot. In NYC (where I am so grateful to finally return to) Michael and I wanted to have a drink at Dante, the much talked about bar down the street, and decided to actually SIT AT THE BAR. We walked in and I froze. There before me was a real bar, with real people having real cocktails, talking and laughing. I felt like I had stepped into a time machine. I’m not sure how long this strange feeling will continue. Maybe forever. Probably forever. We just came through a historic pandemic. I used to read about the Spanish flu and wonder how people got through it. Suddenly I was like those long ago people. (Have you read SO LONG, SEE YOU TOMORROW by William Maxwell? One of my favorite books)
I got both jabs, then booked dentist, doctor, colonoscopy. (My mammogram was already booked or that would have been one of those calls) Colonoscopy was yesterday, and you don’t visit this blog to read about that but ok, the prep isn’t fun, but the procedure takes only a couple hours of your day, from showing up to eating your crackers and drinking your apple juice. I’ve lost too many friends to colon cancer. And not to be a public service announcement, but please do this fir yourself and everyone who loves you.
As you know, I like to read real books. Not kindles or whatever. I sniff my books and caress them and study them. BUT! My niece Melissa gifted me an audio book of THE DEATH OF MRS. WESTAWAY by Ruth Ware and said: The book is good but the woman who reads it is great. Boy, was she right. In two weeks I listened to all the Ware books, all read by Church, while I knit nine neck warmers for our graduating class at my Newport MFA. Bliss! Start with that one, by the way. The neck warmers were mistake rib in Rowan Big Wool.
Strange things I’ve done: bought tickets to Broadway shows, bought plane tickets, booked hotels, eaten in restaurants, hugged people, had dinner parties, gone to Pilates, shopped at Target without a mask.
Normal things I’ve done: see above.
