I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics
Well, so far isolating at home seems to involve a shocking amount of home improvement. The day before yesterday, we cleaned our bathroom, a project which required industrial-grade chemicals and revealed that we will need to re-caulk our tub, and tonight we finally weatherstripped the doors that were never formally sealed off to carve this apartment out of the rest of its pseudo-triple-decker building so much as they were just nailed shut. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch has reoriented his desk to work more comfortably from home and we have a room-by-room plan for dealing with other locales of chaos, such as the very small, very crowded, very inconveniently placed pantry which needs to hold all our newly purchased dry goods in such a fashion that we can find them again. Also we gravlaxed a pound of salmon in accordance with this recipe which we had been eyeing since last month. I suppose it is possible that we are channeling our stress into physical productivity, but at least it makes for a cleaner house. What's the alternative, anyway? I went for a walk this afternoon; I found it striking that with the exception of a couple of teenagers on bikes and one middle-aged man shouting at everything in the fashion of the chemically impaired, all of my fellow pedestrians—some dog-walkers, some couples, some singletons, none wearing masks but many with scarves over their faces—automatically negotiated one of us steering clear of the other. One of the neighbors with whom we share an entrance, a stairwell, and a landing has begun to cough so audibly that we can hear it in our apartment and I am hoping they just have one of the unpleasant colds that traditionally attended this season before the gate-crashing of COVID-19. I have experienced my first Zoom call. I may find it even more enervating than conversation by phone, but I cannot deny that it will be useful in the weirdness to come, which is already here, which is sufficient, really.
I love this article on the evolutionary value of nonconformist cellular slime molds: "And a fascinating conclusion that follows from our findings is that, at least for slime molds, the decision not to become part of the collective is, in fact, taken collectively."
It's spring and all the earth coming back to life had better mean something.
spatch has reoriented his desk to work more comfortably from home and we have a room-by-room plan for dealing with other locales of chaos, such as the very small, very crowded, very inconveniently placed pantry which needs to hold all our newly purchased dry goods in such a fashion that we can find them again. Also we gravlaxed a pound of salmon in accordance with this recipe which we had been eyeing since last month. I suppose it is possible that we are channeling our stress into physical productivity, but at least it makes for a cleaner house. What's the alternative, anyway? I went for a walk this afternoon; I found it striking that with the exception of a couple of teenagers on bikes and one middle-aged man shouting at everything in the fashion of the chemically impaired, all of my fellow pedestrians—some dog-walkers, some couples, some singletons, none wearing masks but many with scarves over their faces—automatically negotiated one of us steering clear of the other. One of the neighbors with whom we share an entrance, a stairwell, and a landing has begun to cough so audibly that we can hear it in our apartment and I am hoping they just have one of the unpleasant colds that traditionally attended this season before the gate-crashing of COVID-19. I have experienced my first Zoom call. I may find it even more enervating than conversation by phone, but I cannot deny that it will be useful in the weirdness to come, which is already here, which is sufficient, really.I love this article on the evolutionary value of nonconformist cellular slime molds: "And a fascinating conclusion that follows from our findings is that, at least for slime molds, the decision not to become part of the collective is, in fact, taken collectively."
It's spring and all the earth coming back to life had better mean something.
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Thank you! It feels slightly stupid that it took a global emergency for us to get around to it, but at least we finally did. (And it has cut down on the drafts.)
mmmm gravlax mmmmm
However it works out, we will report back!
I hope your neighbor does not have the plague and that your home remains free of it.
Thank you. I hope the same for you.