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Only today did I think to add the etymology to my musing on Grace as a higher power. I like what I found.
My plan this afternoon, on what I'd been trying for as a day off, was to lug piles of laundry over to Mr. Stadium, and knock off some major laundry, while the virus isn't too bad around here. If there are a lot of folks there, I figured, I could put it in & go outside, and then go back in to move it to dryers & go outside, and then go fetch it and forgo the 2nd great advantage of the laundromat: folding there. (The 1st great advantage, you might guess, unless you use the laundromat to pick up lovers & have a lot of luck there, or really like playing the video games [that at least used to be] in the corner, is doing mutliple loads simultaneously.) But then I had a message that the IT guy needed me to change my password so he could work on setting up a new laptop for me (we're moving to docking stations at the office, gradually), and when I got on there was email that needed me, and then phone calls, and now the afternoon's nearly over. Is the laundromat busier in the evening in the summer in mid-virus time? Who knows. I still haven't gathered the laundry. Was pairing socks to empty a laundry basket and watching Ojôsan kanpai (Here's to the Young Lady) (1949) before that.
Now I'm aware of the prospect of more daunting-feeling work coming in the fall, which is when I've been fantasizing things could let up for me that way. Not that I won't be able to take any time off. That trip to the UP I've long thought of making is still a possibility. (I like waterfalls, and it's crazy I still haven't been up there, now having lived in Michigan for plural decades.) Wonder if Dave might want to come visit and head up there with me. That guy has the spirit of adventure. Of course he's been using most of his travel time these days to go be with his squeeze in Cuba. And everything has a COVID asterisk on it now, and perhaps forever.
So here I am, now kinda needing to eat something, and realizing that the big laundry trip was my plan, so I can plan to change it, and it's not like I have zero pairs of clean underwear. Tomorrow's the work picnic, which just feels like it's going to be more sparsely attended than ever. It's gonna be in the high 80s, Farenheit. Was gonna dig out my croquet set, but now I'm wondering if I'll even want to stick around there long enough to declare croquet over & come home. My knees have been doing pretty well for a stretch, but one overdoing it and I'm sunk. Does that mean it'd be unwise to try to tail laundry in tomorrow, on the way home from the picnic? Maybe not, if I don't stand there and fold it all. Also I could do fewer loads than I've been imagining. Just a couple of regular-clothes loads and a load or two for bedding-type things.
This is the kind of mix of thinking that somehow stirred me to think of what's beyond my control (especially the work part of that), and how the spiritual solution for serenity is "turning over" what's beyond one's control, and how it is said to help greatly if one has some entity one imagines one is turning it over TO. Thus my thinking of Grace, who's stuck pretty well as (at least a name for) a higher power for me, despite its religious connotations, and my inescapable atheism.
Letting go today looks like it'll take the form of letting go of getting all that laundry done, at least. But I reckon it'd be good to gather it up, and get at least some of it into the Jeep. Then who knows. Maybe case the joint, and possibly do the Mr. Stadium thing anyway. Or settle for doing the dishes I've neglected, or some other household task(s). It's not too hot in here.
Still, I want to get outside and into the world a little. Get The Daring Life and Dangerous Times of Eve Adams back to the library, and maybe read a little there on Soonish: Ten Emerging Technologies That'll Improve And/Or Ruin Everything, a fun-looking shelf find I checked out the other day. Pretty sure it's from pre-COVID, when what was up for potential ruin looked a little different, so that in itself might be a nice escape.
There's a new dystopian movie out in which, in the future, Hugh Jackman gets hooked on a old-lover-encounter reliving device, and there's other intrigue. I'm suspicious of the film the way I get when the preview is shown to me so many times and for so long a stretch before the film itself comes out---there's a way the odds increase that the movie will suck, or be mediocre, when that happens. A cousin of how the trailer showing you a whole lot of the film's big to-do scenes (often action) can be a bad sign.
Not that I'm likely to hit the cinema any time soon. It's the Ryan Reynolds movie I'd want to go there for, anyway.
*Sighing exhale* This has been good, talking myself down, or talking things out with myself, here in these sentences in front of any of you reading. Lemme plunk up a postcard now, do the day's LearnedLeague question, and then get some food in me. Maybe It's still mostly a day off, or can be. And I can find out whether the couple makes it in the old Japanese film that's been on pause on my TV for several hours.
(My cats are all sacked out and making it look easy to know what to do, when.) (Grace was the name of the first cat I lived with, in my family of origin.) (I came up with the name.)
My plan this afternoon, on what I'd been trying for as a day off, was to lug piles of laundry over to Mr. Stadium, and knock off some major laundry, while the virus isn't too bad around here. If there are a lot of folks there, I figured, I could put it in & go outside, and then go back in to move it to dryers & go outside, and then go fetch it and forgo the 2nd great advantage of the laundromat: folding there. (The 1st great advantage, you might guess, unless you use the laundromat to pick up lovers & have a lot of luck there, or really like playing the video games [that at least used to be] in the corner, is doing mutliple loads simultaneously.) But then I had a message that the IT guy needed me to change my password so he could work on setting up a new laptop for me (we're moving to docking stations at the office, gradually), and when I got on there was email that needed me, and then phone calls, and now the afternoon's nearly over. Is the laundromat busier in the evening in the summer in mid-virus time? Who knows. I still haven't gathered the laundry. Was pairing socks to empty a laundry basket and watching Ojôsan kanpai (Here's to the Young Lady) (1949) before that.
Now I'm aware of the prospect of more daunting-feeling work coming in the fall, which is when I've been fantasizing things could let up for me that way. Not that I won't be able to take any time off. That trip to the UP I've long thought of making is still a possibility. (I like waterfalls, and it's crazy I still haven't been up there, now having lived in Michigan for plural decades.) Wonder if Dave might want to come visit and head up there with me. That guy has the spirit of adventure. Of course he's been using most of his travel time these days to go be with his squeeze in Cuba. And everything has a COVID asterisk on it now, and perhaps forever.
So here I am, now kinda needing to eat something, and realizing that the big laundry trip was my plan, so I can plan to change it, and it's not like I have zero pairs of clean underwear. Tomorrow's the work picnic, which just feels like it's going to be more sparsely attended than ever. It's gonna be in the high 80s, Farenheit. Was gonna dig out my croquet set, but now I'm wondering if I'll even want to stick around there long enough to declare croquet over & come home. My knees have been doing pretty well for a stretch, but one overdoing it and I'm sunk. Does that mean it'd be unwise to try to tail laundry in tomorrow, on the way home from the picnic? Maybe not, if I don't stand there and fold it all. Also I could do fewer loads than I've been imagining. Just a couple of regular-clothes loads and a load or two for bedding-type things.
This is the kind of mix of thinking that somehow stirred me to think of what's beyond my control (especially the work part of that), and how the spiritual solution for serenity is "turning over" what's beyond one's control, and how it is said to help greatly if one has some entity one imagines one is turning it over TO. Thus my thinking of Grace, who's stuck pretty well as (at least a name for) a higher power for me, despite its religious connotations, and my inescapable atheism.
Letting go today looks like it'll take the form of letting go of getting all that laundry done, at least. But I reckon it'd be good to gather it up, and get at least some of it into the Jeep. Then who knows. Maybe case the joint, and possibly do the Mr. Stadium thing anyway. Or settle for doing the dishes I've neglected, or some other household task(s). It's not too hot in here.
Still, I want to get outside and into the world a little. Get The Daring Life and Dangerous Times of Eve Adams back to the library, and maybe read a little there on Soonish: Ten Emerging Technologies That'll Improve And/Or Ruin Everything, a fun-looking shelf find I checked out the other day. Pretty sure it's from pre-COVID, when what was up for potential ruin looked a little different, so that in itself might be a nice escape.
There's a new dystopian movie out in which, in the future, Hugh Jackman gets hooked on a old-lover-encounter reliving device, and there's other intrigue. I'm suspicious of the film the way I get when the preview is shown to me so many times and for so long a stretch before the film itself comes out---there's a way the odds increase that the movie will suck, or be mediocre, when that happens. A cousin of how the trailer showing you a whole lot of the film's big to-do scenes (often action) can be a bad sign.
Not that I'm likely to hit the cinema any time soon. It's the Ryan Reynolds movie I'd want to go there for, anyway.
*Sighing exhale* This has been good, talking myself down, or talking things out with myself, here in these sentences in front of any of you reading. Lemme plunk up a postcard now, do the day's LearnedLeague question, and then get some food in me. Maybe It's still mostly a day off, or can be. And I can find out whether the couple makes it in the old Japanese film that's been on pause on my TV for several hours.
(My cats are all sacked out and making it look easy to know what to do, when.) (Grace was the name of the first cat I lived with, in my family of origin.) (I came up with the name.)
