I've been describing this week as breathless. Even so, not only am I not caught up, I'm behind on rec letters, editing tasks, household chores, emails, phone calls, and even texts.
I guess the weekend is for catching up now.
And perhaps next week will be more reasonably paced.
Some of the breathlessness is sometimes literal as in an incipient anxiety attack. And that's not surprising given the onslaught of attacks from on high trying to erase every progressive win of the last fifty years. I want to push back with something bold and expansive, like the Black Panther Party's 10-point program, instead of simply reacting to what is being taken away.
And also, I got LV into my favorite form of "distractification"--we're planning a post-Valentine's potluck in Feb together. Instead of agonizing over the latest developments, our recent texts have been about guest lists and menus instead. So when LV, who is an art prof, suggested we make "milagros" I thought it was a cocktail. But then he started talking about how miraculous it was and... I mean... I like cocktails, but I thought calling one a miracle was a bit much. It turns out they are little symbolic votives--we're going to do a craft!
Pic: That's not a pond, it's the river--and it's still frozen. I saw people walking across it late this evening.
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Your post Valentine’s Day potluck sounds amazing! And how fun that it will include a craft. We need a little bit more light in our lives these days. Things feel dark - metaphorically and literally. Sigh. I had high hopes of testing out a gluten free sugar cookie recipe that I would cut out into hearts and decorate for Valentine’s Day with the boys. Now that is totally out of the question with my hand in a splint. I’m debating asking a friend on the block if she would want to come over and help with the baking part. I know she loves to bake but I hate asking for help!!
I understand. I feel sort of beaten into submission right now, too, albeit against my will. It's a fine balance, safeguarding my Zen and working for Justice.
Your potluck will be a testament to that. Enjoy the planning.
Take care
A potluck sounds like just the thing. Have fun.
I love planning things like that, and the distraction is a good one. I hope you enjoy your potluck in a few weeks!
I hope you ask your friend, Lisa... I know I would appreciate an invite to hang out and do a activity now and then.
Nance, I was thinking that it probably hits people of our generation particularly hard because it just erases every progressive win we've accomplished over our adult lives...
But we forge on, onward!
Thanks!
Thank you! (Steph?)
Thanks, Jules! I will fall asleep with sugar plums dancing in my head :)
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