Musings about communication and stuff like that-- basically, how I wasted (?) Sunday

Seriously. Podcasts. People talk about everything and anything from paperclips to politics. And they somehow get PAID TO DO IT. Where was I when that opportunity launched? Here I am, mucking along with my little daily blog with my trusty 8 or so readers, when I could be somehow being paid to blather on about stupid stuff? Hm. Imagine that. 

And I'll keep imagining it, because it sounds weird and creepy to make people pay to listen to me. Well, the students' parents, through taxes, pay me to talk at their kids, I suppose. I can't figure out what I'd talk about, and to whom. Me, pontificating on poems, the weather, issues in education? O dear. Not that jazzy, to be sure. 

But here you are, reading exactly that. I'm grateful. 

It rained all day on Sunday, we did not go to the ball game in Manchester (though they played, and lost...), and so I occupied the couch and watched derpy TV. And scrolled Facebook. And, in sum, wasted a bunch of time. Call it self-care, re-setting, or just lazy, that's precisely what I accomplished: the couch did not escape. Food TV and Red Sox are not going to watch themselves, right? 

I read a bit, too-- I'm indulging in essentially escapist strange fiction that is sort of really meant for YA readers-- I'm finally reading the last book (I think it's the last?) of the Miss Peregrine story. I just didn't want to think that hard. I finished a Jodi Picoult novel this week, one that was moderately interesting, titled By Any Other Name. The premise is that the authorship of Shakespeare is under question, and there's a parallel story that goes along with it. It was okay. I probably won't re-read it, but it was a decent novel. I binge-watched a Netflix series-- all four seasons-- of Sweet Magnolias. Formulaic, sort of Hallmark-ish, but generally entertaining. I really just didn't want to think too deeply about the chaos surrounding us, choking out all the things we love and need to feel human. That's a story for in-person conversation, I think. I don't want to set my feelings in writing, at least not right now. It's too frightening and frustrating. That said, I'm pretty sure you all know anyhow. It's not like it's a podcast. =)

We nixed the idea of going to the movies: everything playing right now is dark, dreary, stressful, and a downer. So is the news. I don't need more of that. I want to be entertained, if not uplifted. So, pablum TV, fantastical fiction, and a good couch blanket for the win. 

I hope this week treats you well. And it gets warmer and drier. This 50s and rain stuff is dreary.

Take care,

C