Only A Handful of 2020 Sundays Left — Praise Be

So, what did self do today? It was very chilly (She’s never raising the heat. It’s a test: to see how chilly the house gets). She wanted to go to the Palo Alto Farmers Market, because it’s been nearly three months. But she was nice and cozy under the blankets, so instead she tried to form alternative plans. Then, about 10 a.m., she decided to go. Even though, usually, at this time the lines in front of certain vendors get really long.

It’s a good thing she decided to go, because she had to try and get into a pair of jeans, for the first time in two weeks. And it was quite a struggle. Which was when she realized she’d been in denial all these past few weeks, telling herself it was okay to get a small cheesecake from her favorite cheesecake store, Namesake Cheesecake in Menlo Park, telling herself eating rice for breakfast was a good idea.

Anyhoo, she did go, and it was not crowded, and she was able to get dimsum and Indian food. On the way there, she noticed that the parking lot next to Yumi Yogurt was fenced in, and there were a lot of shopping carts filled with clothing inside the enclosure. Then, she passed Stanford and saw there was a line of RVs parallel parked on El Camino — very broken-down looking RVs. Then, she was able to find parking right away, which is saying something for Palo Alto.

She’s back now, in bed again, not watching CNN because she’s tired of people wondering why 45 won’t wear a mask. Because after four years, you’re really delusional if you think Clown will ever do the right thing. She can’t wait for him to vacate the White House, and her consciousness.

She’s reading a book of short stories called Birds of a Lesser Paradise, by Megan Mayhew Bergman. The stories are so moving. The story she’s on, Saving Face, is about a beautiful young woman whose upper lip is torn off by “a wolf hybrid,” four weeks before her wedding. And she cancels everything: her wedding, her fiancé, her looks, and her life. A year later, she’s endured several surgeries to “fix” her appearance, but she’s still very down on herself.

Which reminds her that Jason Bateman’s monologue for Saturday Night Live had a long segment about *almost* getting his face mauled by a chimpanzee, when he hosted SNL fifteen years ago. That was pretty entertaining — Jason Bateman has really, really large hands, has anyone noticed? But large hands are better than tiny hands. Where was she?

Oh yeah, the Megan Mayhew Bergman story. She hasn’t finished it yet. Will update when she does.

Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.

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