The neighborhood is weird. Just weird. People also just throw trash on the ground and refuse to pick up after their dogs on the sidewalk. *shrug*
I’ve been looking for a new place for a year. Mr. Kess is finally on board to move.
In my continuing saga of front stoop pollinator habitat versus shitty neighborhood, tonight someone dug out one of my plants and took it while I was walking the dogs.
(Did I mention I'm excited?)
So, I'm super excited to say that we have three — THREE (3) — people who have sent in their resumes to join the EAPM board of directors for the term beginning in August already. I'm floored. And excited. If you are interested, send us your resume!
Apology not accepted.
Neighbor dropped off a box of Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies.
It's ok to be jealous.
So, yes, it's the Boston Marathon today. And yes, that's one of the premier marathons and all. And I'm not a runner (any more) with my joints. But I have to say, I kinda think this Boston marathon, which I've been following for the past few years, is the one I'd run...
This reminds me of the one day I went to a job "training" offered to me after the car crash because I was now disabled. Basically, they told me I could now package widgets.
That was 2017/2018. I now run a nonprofit that I built from nothing.
Delaware's new state slogan: Banks, business entities, beaches, and Bidens.
(It's been a weird morning.)
I still think of my two friends who died. A lot recently, and I don't know why. Maybe because they were both "excess" deaths, and so I'll always wonder what if...
Holding so much space for the people we lost during those early years.
And the parts of ourselves that we lost, too.
Anyway, the whole point of this is, no those first two years of the pandemic weren't great. They were awful. I lost people I love. I lost access to medical care. Things were terrible. I remember things as terrible.
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(And before someone corrects me, yes I mean the worst of the pandemic — those first two years, where literally hospitals were overrun and medical services were overrun. I know that covid is still out there and unchecked.)
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(By the way, those two deaths aren't listed among pandemic deaths even though they happened during the pandemic, and who knows if either of them would be alive today if the pandemic hadn't been happening at that time?)
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Oh, my childhood best friend died of mets breast cancer in the second year of the pandemic.
My best friend chose MAID after years of serious illness and going into FTT.
No funerals to go to.
So good times, yeah.
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It's Patriots Day, an official holiday in the Commonwealth. Great excuse to take today off.
It's Boston Marathon Day, an official holiday in the City of Boston. Even better excuse to take today off.
Oh, also, my husband and I eloped that first year of the pandemic with a justice of the peace shouting our vows at us outside from behind a mask from two yards away. And we married because we were scared of what would happen if one of us got sick and we weren't married. So there's that.
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Oh, and what happened to Mom? Since she continued to see friends and whatnot, she caught covid once (she doesn't remember, but I do). That first year was rough. She finally got diagnosed with ALZ in 2023. She's on Nemenda now.
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So yeah, talk to me about no stress during the first year of the pandemic. I was lucky not to catch covid during that first year. That was also because husband lost all his clients, and we we decided to completely isolate for my health.
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Yeah, I lost access to a necessary medicine because it became hard to get. It was often in short supply and my doctor had to fill out forms for the insurance every month that "No, this was not some ruse to get it for covid" even though I'd been on it for a while.
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Pandemic yr 1: Worry about mom who was showing signs of Alzheimer's and not taking it seriously.
First months of the pandemic: My physical therapy was completely cut-off.
First winter of the pandemic: I lost access to my plaquenil when hydroxychloroquine became the "miracle" drug that wasn't.
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City kids shouldn't be exposed to this kind of propaganda.
I grew up in the city, and my mom made sure I watched high quality 70s sitcoms and PBS, as one should.
Please, won't someone think about the children?
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The way you worked inopportune chicane into that sentence was masterful. Bravo.
I pretty much know insults and cuss words in a whole bunch of different languages. Which is next to not useful.
Wait. Did he say he "talks too much" (direct translation Farsi to English) or did he say he talks too much (as in called him a little Farsi insult)?
*I only speak enough of any given language to get me in trouble, so please don't take this as I know Farsi fluently.
That happy feeling when after a week away at a communications conference on that other coast, your husband's red eye lands at Logan. Time to put on a fresh pot of delicious coffee for him to welcome him home.
My youngest dog loves fire fighters and fire trucks. (We wonder if his initial rescue was by a fire fighter.) When I walk him in the summer, he gets the royal pup treatment from fire houses. So yes, open all Boston fire houses to kids (and pups who think they're kids).
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