Went up to Capay for the Spring Tour and 5k at the farm that delivers me produce bi-weekly. The run was a nifty way to see the farm, went by fields in various stages of growing different things including boxes of bees doing their thing, and then there were delicious tacos and chocolate flan and iced coffee and honey tasting and a Q&A with the farmer (and a marketing guy? That doesn't seem right based on what he was saying. Something businessy) followed by a brief walk with irrigation system explication. Super interesting! Now I am tired. It's still a beautiful day and I should probably be outside doing something but I might just go lie down for a while.

Catching up...

I think maybe if you don't watch much TV, and don't live in a big city surrounded by advertising all the time, it would be possible to miss GoT and a lot of other modern pop culture?

I missed a lot of pop culture growing up because my family didn't have cable*. Not just the shows themselves, but the kinds of ads that were run on cable were different than the ones run on network TV, so there was a lot of stuff I was just never exposed to (and didn't know I was missing, because I didn't have enough friends to fill me in, until I got to middle school and realized I'd missed out on a LOT of the 80s).

*Typing that, I realized that we also don't have cable now, but since the internet exists it's not such a big deal anymore.

I should Kondo before we move. 9 years in this apartment means we've accumulated a ton of stuff that doesn't spark joy.

Yeah, any of those HBO shows are easy to miss if you aren't paying attention to pop culture, even if you're watching network TV.

I guess what struck me is missing the GOT hype while also being the kind of person with enough curiosity to ask a stranger about their shirt.

As of Tuesday, I will have had this migraine for two weeks. On Monday, I'm calling the neurologist's office to see when they can work me in, but I imagine the next steps will be an MRI, IV meds, or both. I wish this fucking thing would go away on its own.

I also know this is nothing compared to what ita went through, but it's scary remembering her experience.

Oh man, Dana. That sounds terrible.

It's generally a really low level of pain, thank God. I can still function.

I think I've gotten to the point where I prefer hot weather to cold. Yeah, I need technology to be comfortable in heat, and sweating will always be icky. But the cold hurts. And I still need technology to be comfortable, because even bundled in sweaters and robes and blankets doesn't prevent the painful chill from creeping in. My hands don't hurt in the summer.

Yeah, I never thought I'd prefer the heat of New Orleans summers to New England winters, but I do, by a long shot. Also I had a lot of fear about falling on the ice and breaking something (I worked on a college campus the last several winters in Boston and had to walk around a lot).

Uhg.

I think I'm going to go drop a chunk of change at the nursery tomorrow and refill my pots and get a few things for the yard. Early is key, the place gets nuts this time of year; they actually hire traffic directors.

(I've been running numbers and investigating retirement plan and omg, the extra takehome, even being conservative, is still really significant to my world. And that makes me not feel vaguely uneasy about the bill I always get at valley view.)

I hope they find something that works, and soon, Dana.

Birthday, Sheryl? Did we miss wishing you happy? Happy Birthday, whenever it is, and many happy returns!