The weekly missive is coming Tuesday this week. I don’t owe any 5 of you an explanation. Sorry! Anyways, here’s Wonderwall:
Hobbying: Getting ready for two weekend trips in a row.
Dating: Perhaps more ‘outing’ than date, I joined a work event at Rockaway hotel. We splashed around in a heated pool and sang LOUD songs in the sauna. It was a fun Monday afternoon.
I saw the most beautiful sunset on the way home. The Uber driver gave me an astrological reading (don’t call it a twofer)
I also had a nice afternoon outing to BKE kombucha in Bushwick with my cousin.
Sweating: Lots of long walks.
Buying: Believe it or not– NOTHING. My FabFitFun box arrived this week and I received a salad bowl and water bottle in this cu**y shade of pink. I look forward to losing this in an office sometime soon!
Eating: This almond pretzel and blackberry chocolate chip gelato. I have gained a whopping 9 lbs in the last four weeks. That’s totally fine! I’ll be eating mostly vegetables between now and our trip to Louisville. I’m taking a temporary pause from adult beverages. I like to ease my way to sobriety with reliable access to dessert.
Drinking: I had a coconut milk + lime mocktail at Death and Co. Blew my mind.
Reading: Poetry! And really enjoying it. I bought a physical copy (!) of Devotions by Mary Oliver. I read one in the mornings after a 5 minute peloton meditation (all I can muster without mentally drafting emails). I’m not sure how much of a habit this will become, but poetry has given me a few small and restful moments lately.
Watching: Love is Blind. This Tiktok person used her 1-year-old son’s toys to illustrate the Chelsea/Jimmy meeting. It is an almost identical recreation.
PS AD is too good for the show.
Listening: I dipped my toe back into the Crime Junkie swamp. The alphabet killer episodes were distracting but I realized how tense my shoulders were halfway through. That’s enough for true crime for now.
Ruminating on: Oh, I like the ending of this poem.
Maybe the fire in my lashes is a reflection of that.
Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy.
Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere?
Listen to me or not, it hardly matters.
I’m not trying to be wise, that would be foolish.
I’m just chattering.
Cat: Spackled onto me.