Dahlias and Plague Doctor Masks
Sep. 9th, 2020 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraIt was the charger.
Of course, it was the charger.
I knew it was the charger, and the company even obligingly delivered the new charger a day early.
But like I say, knowing absolutely that it was the charger did not keep me from having a massive anxiety attack that followed me around all day yesterday.
Which means it was not the charger but a general sense of spinning in space, out of control.
More than any other person I’ve ever met in my life, I seem to have a physiological need to sit around doing nothing for four or five hours every day.
“Doing nothing” is perhaps a misnomer: I can read, I can play video games, I can watch TV, I can dabble with art projects. Interestingly, I can’t write. And I certainly can’t do errands or any other practical stuff.
Oh, I mean, I can. But I always feel… off. And the longer I go without unstructured downtime, the more off I feel. Anxious. Nervous. Intimidated.
So, I resolved to take a few days off from the National Counting Project.
Of course, the National Counting Project may not be there when I’m ready to go back.
But, you know, that’s okay.
My regular clients have begun to send me plaintive notes: Why haven’t you been working on our white paper analyses of ancillary medical staff availability in the time of Covid?
They LUV me, but luv is fickle!
And they’re my bread and butter. I don’t want to play too hard to get.
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Meanwhile, back in the garden, my tomatoes, basil and peppers continue to run riot:
Much as I love peppers, I cannot possibly eat them all, so I have been busily identifying pepper lovers among my friendship circle. If you are one, and would like a care package of jalapenos, habaneros, Thai peppers and banana peppers, Private Message me your address.
My dahlia finally bloomed!
With the promise of many more flowers to come.
I was actually gonna pick this flower, but I would have had to evict this fellow:
Not knowing much about insects, I couldn’t figure out whether he was a grasshopper (benign!) or locust (Biblical plague!), but I liked his looks, so I decided to let him stay.
###
What else?
Oh, yeah, I’ve been looking over my mask collection and wondering whether this one would be suitable for wearing to the supermarket when the Second Wave hits (soon, soon, soon):
Of course, it was the charger.
I knew it was the charger, and the company even obligingly delivered the new charger a day early.
But like I say, knowing absolutely that it was the charger did not keep me from having a massive anxiety attack that followed me around all day yesterday.
Which means it was not the charger but a general sense of spinning in space, out of control.
More than any other person I’ve ever met in my life, I seem to have a physiological need to sit around doing nothing for four or five hours every day.
“Doing nothing” is perhaps a misnomer: I can read, I can play video games, I can watch TV, I can dabble with art projects. Interestingly, I can’t write. And I certainly can’t do errands or any other practical stuff.
Oh, I mean, I can. But I always feel… off. And the longer I go without unstructured downtime, the more off I feel. Anxious. Nervous. Intimidated.
So, I resolved to take a few days off from the National Counting Project.
Of course, the National Counting Project may not be there when I’m ready to go back.
But, you know, that’s okay.
My regular clients have begun to send me plaintive notes: Why haven’t you been working on our white paper analyses of ancillary medical staff availability in the time of Covid?
They LUV me, but luv is fickle!
And they’re my bread and butter. I don’t want to play too hard to get.
###
Meanwhile, back in the garden, my tomatoes, basil and peppers continue to run riot:
Much as I love peppers, I cannot possibly eat them all, so I have been busily identifying pepper lovers among my friendship circle. If you are one, and would like a care package of jalapenos, habaneros, Thai peppers and banana peppers, Private Message me your address.
My dahlia finally bloomed!
With the promise of many more flowers to come.
I was actually gonna pick this flower, but I would have had to evict this fellow:
Not knowing much about insects, I couldn’t figure out whether he was a grasshopper (benign!) or locust (Biblical plague!), but I liked his looks, so I decided to let him stay.
###
What else?
Oh, yeah, I’ve been looking over my mask collection and wondering whether this one would be suitable for wearing to the supermarket when the Second Wave hits (soon, soon, soon):
