It's been some time, too much going on in the world to feel good talking about food or the privilege of much else. Like a lot of people, Palestine is on my mind. Sudan, Congo...what misery to live every day with the knowledge that the things we can actually enjoy here in the US come at great cost to others. I've been reading a lot, talking with my neighbors, getting active with our local mutual aid, and we opened a book pop up at the brewery. I have also been cooking, but not as imaginatively. There is not much else I feel I can do immediately besides involving myself in community, and building meaningful connections takes time.
These past few weeks I have had more anxiety than I can remember. It's been a jumble of interpersonal/social media/work/relationship anxiety and they've all been compounded, making them feel more intense than my usual, normal, amount. Therapy has been dissatisfying, too much to cover with no time for much resolution. I've been irritated with G, perhaps unfairly, though he did have to make last minute travel plans for us.
Currently we are in Seattle to surprise G's father for his 70th birthday. Our friends M and D have kindly been hosting us in Beacon Hill until we meet up with G's two brothers and make our way over to the island where their parents' house is for the great surprise. I have no idea how it will work since logistically nothing has been figured out, but you have to have faith in a family like this. In the meantime, I'm working remotely in the sun and we're in the good company of our DINK friends, their gorgeous house, and their wonderful pets.
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| George himself is a serotonin/dopamine bullet to the heart |