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Jun. 8th, 2020 08:41 amI ordered an air conditioner because the owner of the one I was going to borrow turns out to need it after all. Oh well. All I really need is something to take the edge off the humidity in one room for eight hours, so I ordered a pretty bare-minimum air conditioner and a 15-foot extension cord. The cord is supposed to get here tomorrow and the air conditioner is supposed to get here on the 16th. Stand by, sports fans.
While I was at it, I should have ordered the rest of the list of silly things that will improve being at home all the time. If I had a keyboard stand, I might actually be able to attempt to play the keyboard that's been sitting in my living room on top of the box it came in for years now (bought to help sort out chorus parts, but not useful without a stand). If I had more than one USB to Thunderbolt adapter, I could leave various devices plugged into the adapters and stop coping with only having one. My electric toothbrush can't count to 30 seconds reliably these days and I'd like one that can. I'd like an ice cream scoop that actually gets through the ice cream. Silly things like that. And a stove burner, and igniter, and oven thermostat, although I don't think those come from Target.
I got all excited yesterday when Brookline Booksmith's door was open. No dice, though; they were only taking advantage of the weather for curbside pickups. Sigh. I did indulge in peonies, because peonies make me happy (for certain values of happy these days), and brought them home and put them in a vase on the kitchen table, and nine hours later I walked into the kitchen and thought "Why does it smell like flowers in here?" Strong like ox, smart like tractor. At least I got the groceries and kitty litter all home by 3:00.
We had a smaller family Zoom at 3:00 with my favorite aunt and uncle, my parents, me and my sister, and my two cousins and their combined five sons under the age of 12, most of whom seem to be seriously into Legos, which is cool. My parents really need a better camera, because "potato quality" doesn't even begin to describe it. At least their audio is good, and we all seem to be putting one foot in front of the other.
I do not get political on Facebook because I don't want to get into Someone Is Wrong On The Internet fights. But yes, the systemic racism and inequality and police violence and militarization in this country have got to change. But I don't think the police problems can be solved at a federal level, and I don't think the racism and inequality problems can be solved by federal fiat (e.g., tell banks to cut it the hell out discriminating against POC or suffer actual consequences), not that the Trump government would even try anyway. And I don't think state and local governments have the will to change anything. I wish I thought the protests would wake up the state and local governments.
While I was at it, I should have ordered the rest of the list of silly things that will improve being at home all the time. If I had a keyboard stand, I might actually be able to attempt to play the keyboard that's been sitting in my living room on top of the box it came in for years now (bought to help sort out chorus parts, but not useful without a stand). If I had more than one USB to Thunderbolt adapter, I could leave various devices plugged into the adapters and stop coping with only having one. My electric toothbrush can't count to 30 seconds reliably these days and I'd like one that can. I'd like an ice cream scoop that actually gets through the ice cream. Silly things like that. And a stove burner, and igniter, and oven thermostat, although I don't think those come from Target.
I got all excited yesterday when Brookline Booksmith's door was open. No dice, though; they were only taking advantage of the weather for curbside pickups. Sigh. I did indulge in peonies, because peonies make me happy (for certain values of happy these days), and brought them home and put them in a vase on the kitchen table, and nine hours later I walked into the kitchen and thought "Why does it smell like flowers in here?" Strong like ox, smart like tractor. At least I got the groceries and kitty litter all home by 3:00.
We had a smaller family Zoom at 3:00 with my favorite aunt and uncle, my parents, me and my sister, and my two cousins and their combined five sons under the age of 12, most of whom seem to be seriously into Legos, which is cool. My parents really need a better camera, because "potato quality" doesn't even begin to describe it. At least their audio is good, and we all seem to be putting one foot in front of the other.
I do not get political on Facebook because I don't want to get into Someone Is Wrong On The Internet fights. But yes, the systemic racism and inequality and police violence and militarization in this country have got to change. But I don't think the police problems can be solved at a federal level, and I don't think the racism and inequality problems can be solved by federal fiat (e.g., tell banks to cut it the hell out discriminating against POC or suffer actual consequences), not that the Trump government would even try anyway. And I don't think state and local governments have the will to change anything. I wish I thought the protests would wake up the state and local governments.
