What is time even?

Time isn't holding up Time isn't after us

At least according to David Byrne.

Happy birthday to the cutest little teen lemur!

My customary come-and-go articulateness seems to have settled on gone for a good while, and I'm finding it harder to comment, far more easy to nod and scroll. So I apologize for reading and not holding up my corner of the conversation.

Beverly, you have summed up my feelings quite succinctly, there.

I'm just so glad you're all here; I'm sorry I'm not able to participate as much as years past. But it doesn't diminish the regard I hold for all of you.

I'm sorry I'm not able to participate as much as years past. But it doesn't diminish the regard I hold for all of you.

I love all of you. And sometimes I am you.

I know people on social media have been recommending keeping diaries or journals because this timeline is so strange, so abnormal

In the beginning of this, I talked with a friend who is doing her PhD in history about how time doesn't feel like time anymore. This friend's advisor wrote her own thesis on POW camps in WWI (officers' camps). They were held in pretty good conditions - they were officers (they received and sent mail, established theaters and literature readings and practiced sports, had enough food). They just had no idea when they'll be out. And apparently it is known that the perception of time changes under these conditions.

(Poking head for a minute spreading matzah crumbs all over the place)

I should try to pull it all together into one coherent piece (I know people on social media have been recommending keeping diaries or journals because this timeline is so strange, so abnormal that we need to write it all down before we all forget), but I don't have the spoons for it yet.

JZ, if it's any help at all, I'll threadsuck and put it all together in one big file with the links and all, for you to get back to when there are enough spoons.

[Trying to stop myself from writing about how when our order of dishes for the Seder last week didn't get here on time, despite the promises that it would be here on time for the Seder, we bought simple not-so-good ones, just so we'll have what to use for eating (because if you keep kosher-for-Pessakh you don't use the usual dishes, but different only-used-on-Pessakh ones). And how said order arrived yesterday evening, so now we literally have way too many teaspoons (but not spoons) in our drawers, and need to figure out what to do with them. Then deciding that a bit of black humor, here of all places, can always be taken as offered and hopefully not offend. And now returning to tape videoes of me answering questions for my students to put on youtube.]

Too many spoons sounds like the manic phase of mood disorders.

JZ, the Washington Post is actively looking for personal experience essays about the virus and its experience. Getting allowed to visit a dying relative because you yourself just recovered from it is an angle that I think they'd appreciate.

Just a thought -- and if your spoons aren't all pointed in that direction, it is not failure to use them for it at this point.

Mayor Walsh of Boston had a short speech just recently where he likened the current pandemic to substance abuse recovery, which he is open about being in, and how much the idea of 'one day at a time' is helping him keep going. I'm thinking a lot about that these days.

BevDog - your presence in anyway is always appreciated. I, for one. am pleased as punch to know that our posts are being read by you and given thoughtful thoughts.

Karl - you should never apologize. We feel your love.

I was just reading about yesterday's storms and the places that were hit by tornadoes, and I saw that Jonesboro, AR was hit again?? Has anyone heard from Matt?

I want storm season to be over NOW. This is just too much.

Jonesboro again! That is not good.

Our latest drama is cars being abused. DH doesn't lock his and the glove box was open. There really is nothing in the truck, but they didn't even take the change from his center section (including quarters), so I am thinking kids. They also didn't take a battery charger sitting right on the front seat of the Jetta. My car not touched. My DIL, who is sure son would have locked her car, lost a necklace she had on the rear view saying 'you are my sunshine', and really not cool, her window punch from under the seat. They didn't take her $200 sunglasses, just left them with the paperwork and masks on her seat next to open glove box. So, people suck.

Today DH will be looking at motion detection cameras. We even have some in storage somewhere, but who knows where. My car actually has one internally, but I didn't have it activated. I just think we need something that will turn on a light and make some noise since the dog will go nutso at that point.

In related news, tomorrow, my child will be 15. What is time even?

Time ain't right.

Winds here are really scary - my phone has been going off all morning with notifications about road closures from downed trees.

Thanks, msbelle. That's a lovely thing to read.