A very strange day, creative but also destructive, accomplished but also slothful, staying mostly at home except for ducking out for takeaway, and mostly about work of several kinds and then not. Things seemed ominous, odd and out of order; if it never happens again, I won’t miss it.
I spent almost a half hour today gawking at a special section of our newspaper printed a year before I was born, and brought in by a local. The paper is so wide, the artwork is so intricate and yet so dated and the version of history it relies on land so differently five decades later.
Had a little bit of deja vu (the bad kind) after looking this morning at a photo of a strip mall in my old ‘hood where there used to be a chicken spot and bakery a decade or so ago, then driving past it now to see at least three separate restaurants creamed into the same space.
This week’s cold snap may have been why the cat was friendlier this morning. We’ll see if she stays that way up until this weekend’s expected showers. In the meantime, more than ready for a long month of feeling just slightly off to grind (or wind: whatever moves faster) to a close.
I spent the afternoon and evening following protesters who came out for a rally for Tyre Nichols and marched along several downtown blocks after hearing speakers lay into forms of systemic social violence. Often, I found my eyes drawn to passersby or residents looking out from windows.
I don’t miss my desk until there’s some piece of paper I’ve misplaced and need to get ahold of, so I spent the day slowly sifting for it through receipts, envelopes, user manuals, old newspapers and wires. What I was looking for didn’t turn up, but now I know I owe a few folks letters.
I walked uphill through our building’s parking lot, and briefly held my breath when some too-quiet car’s headlights briefly and unsettlingly illuminated my back before turning away. I said hi to A. at our gate, then crossed the avenue for snacks to white-flag a weeklong craving.
Weeks like this one remind me anew how people see (or don’t) other communities, organizations and outlets. Shout-out to [redacteds] for giving me the business as I asked questions, or tried to listen. In time, I’ll feel more grateful; honesty’ll feel like less of a gaffe than a gift.
Sitting in sunshine, nearly 60F/16C out on the plaza. Just eaten. Should I work outside today? Maybe, if I could tune out a person sitting nearby, trying to give someone on the other end of a phone call a little bit more depth on what they do before their 11:30 Saturday appointment.
I forget what it’s like to have a commute, to be alone in my car driving home through several cities. Not so long ago, I lived just over a mile from the newsroom and could bike there, or back to my place if I needed to get my car (not to mention everything else that’s different now).