Friday Flotsam

Frrrrrrrrroodoo.

WEEK TWO. We’ve been home for two weeks. (sans two grocery store runs dressed in hazmat suits.)

And you know, I think I’m starting to adjust. Everywhere I look lately I read the words “new normal” – and that’s just it. It’s a new normal, and in that there’s this odd sense of peace building within me, in the midst of all the crumbling. (I WAS GOING TO SAVE THIS FOR THE END BUT HERE I GO APPARENTLY.)

It’s like this, the news get worse and worse each day as our USA numbers top the rest of the world (go. . . America?), but the shock is somehow lessening. Because we knew this was going to happen. There’s a strange numbness in it all. And that numbness is starting to trade places with fear and anxiety. Is this what acceptance is? Maybe I should just wash my hair.

I feel pretty good, though. Better than yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. The less I stay on the pulse (less, not off), the more peaceful I feel. (that is until I’m out of food, then I’m joinin’ the zombies) I’m focusing on the things I CAN CONTROL (read that tip in an article, too) (I SWEAR THIS WAS GOING TO BE TOWARD THE END BUT I CAN’T STOP, OKAY) – focusing on my own schedule. Focusing on home projects that don’t require me to leave the house (like I already need to mow the lawn, you guys). Focusing on getting the garden tilled and the seeds planted. Focusing on the kids and how to freaking homescho—

Okay no. Interrupting this programming because this seriously feels like the end of the post and I know better. *wrist slap!*

Okay funny stuff. Let’s see, let’s see…OH! ….

One of my closest friends said to me early in the week over the phone, “Bev I think my marriage may fail during all of this. With us both working from home, I found out my husband is a “circle back” kind of guy. He even said “ping me later” and I had to throw him in the bathroom with all that corporate speak.” Gave me so much life.

Here’s another one. Yesterday I was on a conference call with another (very pregnant) food blogger, and I asked her how she was feeling, to which she replied, “Oh you know, about to have a baby and sitting on a trash bag.” And I was filled once again. These are some unique times, folks.

Okay, books, movies and le tele! (<–did that annoy you just now? GOOD WE’RE BACK TO NORMAL!)

Books: Finished the Nightingale! I won’t talk about it here, in this post, but I have an official book club post locked and loaded for you next week. (locked and loaded?) I’m starting Jane Green’s oldie Bookends tonight. I need FLUFF, GUYS DO NOT JUDGE.

Okay, this Tiger Netflix show that everyone’s freaking out over – one a scale from r to roar (haha! oh), just how badly do we need to see it?

Caught up on Little Fires Everywhere! Ya know, I LIKE it. I like watching grown-up Pacey all dadish and husbandish with his little sideburns. I’ll always love Reese and anything she does. (her array of ’90s nightgowns are also giving me life.) Not an enormous fan of Kerry Washington, but overall I’m diggin’ the series! Besides the opening theme song. Man it’s AWFUL. Trying so hard to be Six Feet Under meets Making a Murderer, but not quite cutting it. But I also need a life, so.

What else are you reading/watching/doing? I DO plan on watching a movie this weekend with a ton of aesthetic beauty, like I asked you all about last week. Most of you suggested Wes Anderson movies, which I’m absolutely on board with. I want something older, with beautiful color and a good lookin’ dude with a beard. I mean is this so much to ask.

Weekend plans?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

—omeschooling, focus on my running, focus on creative pantry meals and what to share with you that’s beyond delish but simple. Just trying to BE. (which is not my thing because I’m an insane planner and type A control freako) But like, be in the now. Be in the present. Spread some joy in whatever way I can. Be lenient on the kids. Be lenient on myself. This is a day-to-day thing. Week to week. Probably even month to month, as the true reality sets in.

Listen, I will stick teddy bears in my windows, I will tape rainbows to the doors, and I will Kumbaya the ish of my psyche. But I will not put Christmas lights back on my house.