I feel like I have gone through the whole grief cycle in the last year. First “it’ll never come over here” and “it won’t last”. Then great and anxiety about food supply chains and wishing desperately that we had room in our tiny house for a chest freezer. Then “what the hell people, wear your damn masks or we’ll all be trapped in our homes forever!” Many, many weeks of depression and palpable anxiety. And finally, in just the last week or two, something approaching acceptance. I’ve figured out a system that works for me while [my husband] is deployed, and hopefully will work for him when he gets back and we have to share the space again. E. has a good routine and social life with daycare and our daycare family bubble. I can bake amazing challah and pizza dough after making them both nearly every week for more than 50 weeks now. More and more people around me are getting vaccinated. Maybe soon I can be vaccinated. There is still a cynical voice in the back waiting to be let down or disappointed, but in general the optimist is winning.
March 21, 2021
a lot of things has change but the main thing that is going on is african american dying because of cops. its sad to hear about things that going around the world because me as a black women i would want some respect and now that i go to school in manhattan i dont want any problems with anyone because i dont want to be embarrassed and feel sad and scared to not walk o school all day. i just wish life was diffrent because the world is getting crazy and people need to get the respect that they need. our president isnt really doing anything he is just making out lifes worse.
July 19, 2020