Day 21

The state park just minutes from my house is closed and I mean seriously closed not just closed to everyone but me which I magically thought would happen there are big iron gates over the road so I took myself to Iverson Spit which was beautiful at low tide

we had cheese quesadillas and homemade minestrone for lunch slash dinner we only eat two meals a day here at the house of uncertain light

this morning I drove past two women walking near our tiny marina on opposite sides of the road screaming a conversation at each other over the wind which seems always always present

my son went to the store this morning still no toilet paper or paper towels or flour or sugar or yeast he is doing all the shopping now which makes me bonkers because while he is a very competent cook he doesn’t shop like a cook so I have to make a complicated list for him and he sticks to it not thinking ’hmm this might be good tomorrow for dinner’ on one hand he saved me money because I toss stuff in my cart that looks interesting on the other hand we’ll be eating pretty much the same thing every night unless it’s cheese filled and baked which has suited me just fine lately there is a shopping time set aside for we elders at the store but being separated from the herd is how you get eaten by the lion I did go into the pot store for some magic candy and I felt the looks of horror shot at me by the people behind the counter OLD LADY! OLD LADY! GAHHHHHH! SAVE YOURSELVES!!!!! even though I stood on the blue x and didn’t cough or spit

I can’t concentrate to read right now so I’m scrolling through twitter ignoring the news and switching back and forth between the incredible documentary Crip Camp on Netflix and rewatching Mad Men life feels both pinched down and wildly flailing about hello