Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Walk and Not Run...



It’s Star Wars week and Cinco de Mayo and a terrible lot of goodness here at the Watson Johnson house.

We are up to The Last Jedi (which I have never seen). Betsy wanted to watch them in actual episode order rather than chronological order and while I was initially very resistant to that idea, I must admit that I have enjoyed watching them in that order. (You simply have to put aside the dialogue and the fact that by the third movie Natalie Portman seems like she is being held hostage to a contract she signed at 18.)

Being a homebody is a definite asset to this shelter in place lifestyle. The girls and I have settled into a groove of movies and walks and board games. I have gotten Betsy as addicted to Days of our Lives as I was at her age, and there is just something about sharing something with her that I shared with my Grandma West that carves out this niche in my heart that I hope remains forever.

We have watched all of the music specials (Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood and Lady Gaga and Elton John all from my house- I am HERE. FOR. IT.), the NFL draft (my amazing Buckeyes breaking all the precedents), all the Tik Toks.

As the complete and total nerd/political junkie that I am, I look forward to watching the governor every day and truly would be down for these briefings long after all of this is over. That combined with Beth dissecting all of the recent Supreme Court opinions on the Pantsuit Politics Patreon feed are settling to my anxious soul. For me, the more information that I have, the better I can process the world around me.

Life is still anxious and scary and words cannot describe how heavy my heart is for anyone who has lost their life or their job. I can never quite convey how grateful I am for my local grocery store and bank and gas station, for my girls’ teachers for working hard to exist within this strange new boundary, for my co-workers and my friends who check on me and for my family, especially my parents who make dinner for me and the girls every day. How lucky am I?

Tonight, it’s all the tacos and Aggravation and then I get to see if I can understand who exactly Rey is.

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