I haven't written for a full month.
My hours got cut at the preschool. I now work 2:30 to 6:00. My last paycheck: $47.71. Also, the Brookline classrooms shut down due to mold, mice, caving ceilings and other unfriendly building issues. I have an hour and fifteen minute commute to Watertown to work my 3.5 hours.
I have to go to a wedding on the 19th. My parents have to drive me there and pick me up.
I spent last weekend in NYC. I still don't like NYC. As we rode out on the Fung Wah, we passed a cemetery that went on forever. Most of it was full of tall statues and obelisks. The skyscrapers in the background seemed a cheap imitation.
I've been to three different beaches this summer, three pools, and one pond. I'd forgotten how my body feels when it's suspended by water. Actually, I'd forgotten my body entirely.
A few weeks ago I put aside all the ripped, stained, or otherwise unusable clothing from my dresser and closet. A fourth of my wardrobe remains.
Last night The Novelist and I had dinner with English Jo in Harvard Square. After dinner we walked toward the sound of music. It was a brass ensemble, playing intricate classical pieces, ragtime, jazz... It suddenly felt like I was on vacation.
Within two weeks, I've had a stomach bug, a sinus infection, an ear infection, and back spasms.
Vicious nightmares.
2 comments:
I have missed you, JoJo. I'm sorry your life seems to be as hectic/anxious/worrying as ever. I was hoping your absence meant you were happy and la-la in love and just too darn busy to post about it. I will send good vibes your way. It's not much, but just know that I'm thinking about you and wishing you well.
I'm sending GREAT vibes.
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