stirred milk
I'm sliding further into despair about my health with every passing day.
When we got up, the world was frozen over. On some patches of sidewalk, it looked like the street was covered in milk, that froze while it was stirred. When we stood on a part that wasn't level, gravity pulled us along.
Kirby managed to put on his winter gloves! But didn't close his almost full snack box securely… Homework included tandem reading, which devolved into us bullshitting around with the lines.
He got called out by one of his teachers for having »two left hands«—which i'm not sure is a common phrase for clumsiness at a certain task—, and should practice cutting, coloring in and glueing. He's good at his studies and helps me with handiwork around the flat … guess it's time to have a talk with the person. Again.
Rental Family was a »fun« watch. I enjoyed the … loneliness, and the exploration of how capitalism already does exploit one of the many things it causes us. I've read that most people aren't happy with the ending never clearly stating, if the Performers disassociate from the different roles they slipped in for work. I think they do, there is a line at the end that states that a service the company used to provide isn't anymore, and their demeanor is different, less driven. Only once i heard that one of Philip's clients is a bit too close to him at the end—and even when they had a professional relationship, but this could also be a cultural thing.
Forgot that the winter holidays had happened, when i asked a shop i bought original art from, where the goods are. They're waiting for the artist to hand them the signed prints, which takes longer because of the mentioned holidays.
The bad conscious that followed that exchange led me to write a critical e-Mail to the local postal service provider, for doing Sunday deliveries. I'm aware of being part of the reason sunday delivery became part of their service, yet, i want delivery people to have a weekend. I understand that i have to work when most other people have time off, who should visit the shows that are performed in the venues i'm working for?
I wonder how bad my memory has become. Younger parents than me, talked about the winters of their childhood being full of ice and snow. Did the maths with the age of the few parents i know, and who joined the talk with »Yeah, right.« and it didn't add up. Yeah, we had some snow in the city, but far from the amount i knew from my childhood, which happened 15 years before theirs. But then, i always was a recluse, so it could have been a brain going into hibernation, not recognizing the ice and snow beacuse, duh, it's winter.