Happy Wednesday! I am aware it isn’t rainy for everyone, but it’s super rainy for me and looks to stay that way all day, blech. But the right person won the Chicago Mayor election yesterday, so I’m happy!
I’ll start!
Watching: I’m now on my 3rd re-watch of “Staged”. It’s a short sort of loose show filmed over Zoom during the pandemic, it’s brilliant (David Tennant and Michael Sheen just goofing around), and it also really perfect evokes the pandemic experience. It has 3 seasons and goes from those first few weeks when everything happened very fast, to months in when you were just sort of waiting for the world to start, to the end when it’s hard to let go and rejoin “normal” life.
Reading: I’m gonna try to read Gone With the Wind! A friend recommended it to me as truly a different sort of book with a different sort of heroine. Yes, also a terrible book. But worth reading as an Artifact. I don’t know, has anyone else here read it?
Thinking: It’s now been 2 months of kitchen struggles, and somehow it keeps getting worse? Once I knew I had to get a new floor, I was in a holding pattern until I got insurance payments for it which they kept telling me would happen “any day now”. Then I got insurance approval, and was STILL in a holding pattern for two more weeks trying to get the contractor to call me back. I finally gave up and hired a different company who is coming tomorrow (yaaaaaaaaaaay!). But because of all this, I’ve had my kitchen in a sort of “what’s the point of rearranging cabinets and things if I’m about to get a new floor any second?” holding pattern for TWO MONTHS. Two months of not knowing where half my dishes are, and eating dry food that requires no preparation/work space. And yesterday I had the sink taken out (so the floor could go under it). So now I have no kitchen sink, no work space, and every single thing in my kitchen from a jar of flour to the framed picture of my grandmother is strewn around my dining room in preparation for the Floor People tomorrow. I was gonna take Friday off work to put it all back together again, but then a coworker had a family emergency and I have to cover, so now it’s just gonna be like this until ???? Also, I really want a kitchen sink again. A bathroom sink just isn’t the same. I was gonna make pasta for dinner last night, and somehow the idea of filling a pot in the bathroom grossed me out too much, so I just ordered a pizza.
Listening: It’s not Indian, but it’s universal. The song my Mom used to put on when we were little and she really REALLY needed to clean the house with the biggest energy burst possible.
