How’s everybody holding up? As someone who suffers from anxiety, this time feels so strange since I don’t feel any more anxious right now and the world suddenly seems to feel the way I often do. There are articles in The New York Times on surviving a panic attack and there are meditation and deep breathing guides everywhere. Because I’ve sought these things out in the past, they are already my go-tos and so I feel relatively calm now, if that makes any sense at all. I’m just focusing on bringing a sense of peace to my little neck of the woods, focusing on my kids, writing, home, and garden. I’m trying to see this as a time of planning and preparation and am doing some online learning. And I’m grateful that nobody I know is sick and I’m simply being asked to stay at home or wear a mask when I get groceries.
And I’m reading again. I finished The House of Trelawney and am half way through My Dark Vanessa, which is darker than I normally read, but has received a lot of attention online. Somehow reading something a lot of people are talking about makes me feel more connected to the world right now.
I’ve been watching the cherry blossoms on the Brooklyn Botanical Garden’s CherryWatch and planning my own garden. I bought a cubic yard of mulch and some more soil so I will have a lot of work to do this weekend when the weather improves.
We had a socially distanced Easter. We had a little ham. The Easter bunny visited, and set up a small, indoor egg hunt. Teddy got a new toy rabbit.
I did a new thing: I installed new taps. The 20 year old taps in the master bath had been failing over time and when the second sink faucet hot water gave up the ghost, I decided that rather than summoning a plumber during this time, I’d attempt to change the faucets myself. I ordered the taps online and then set about removing the old ones.
Jumping Jehosaphat, old taps are hard to remove. There were so many mineral deposits and I think they’d been overtightened over time since the bolts were stripped. Finally, with CLR and a series of countermoving wrenches hit with a mallet, I managed to get them removed. I felt like One Day at a Time‘s 1970’s Schneider with tools in every pocket. All I needed was a denim vest. Plumbers deserve every penny they charge! The installation was easy by comparison and I managed to get everything set up with no leaks, which seemed like a miracle. I can’t say I’m interested in taking up plumbing as a new hobby, but it’s nice to know I can fix simple things. It gives me that much needed sense of control right now.
Thank you so much to A. in London for the recommendation of the Best Neighbors podcast. I’m loving the Real Housewife updates. Friday’s bonus episode with Grant’s Rants’ State of the Housewives Union was a nice treat.
Have you done anything new? Are you taking things one day at a time?