I have started a Facebook group for pandemic cruciverbalists, and so far we have managed to discuss a shocking number of crossword clues between us. Does this count as an accomplishment?
I don't remember much from the beginning of the week, because it was much like the beginnings of other weeks. David is more irritable than usual. I wonder sometimes if it is tiring, being that affronted by so many small things. It certainly exhausts me. What does he get out of it? He must get something out of it, or the behavior wouldn't persist.
Or maybe that is a behaviorist's daughter's blind prejudice- that, over time, we only engage in behaviors that reinforce themselves. Maybe we are just mad beasts making noise.
In other marital news, we have, when in the car, started a stealth battle in which the holy grail is to turn on the other person's seat heater without that person noticing. It is the most fun I have had all week.
We are on vacation now, two night at a small cabin in nowhere, MO I found on Airbnb. As we drove down over pot-holed, graveled hairpins, we passed a rifle range filled with men shooting. It was like the exclamation point at the end of a long, tangled sentence full of rotting barns and dilapidated trailers and confederate flags. You think this milieu is made up for the movies, but it isn't.
As ever, in parenting, being on vacation consists of doing a whole bunch of housework in an unfamiliar locale. I miss gigs.
But it is nice to have an excuse to read during nap time, and to drink a gin and tonic on the porch, and to force oneself, for the minute one has between cleaning up other people's crap and serving them the raw material to make it, to sit and listen to the birds and whine of bugs and the suck and slop of the river: summer sounds, still here as the world crumbles.
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