That Moment...

That moment when you're two seasons deep into a show you absolutely despise because of how historically inaccurate it is but the manufactured drama is ridiculous enough to keep you watching.

That other moment when you aren't sure if you're gonna make good choices but you get to see old friends so that's a good part of it all.

 

You live on a tightrope and flail around a lot, don't you?

 

Anything is possible when you're up so high.

 

Sounds like a song.

 

Actually it sounds like a mashup of Ellie Golding and Tal Bachman.

 

TMW you're done for the day, after moving 3 stoves,
3 microwaves, an avocado green drier, and an old
Kawasaki street bike from the 80's.

Time to relax.

 

Can you ride the bike?

 

TMW you look at the scale (I weigh myself daily) and think "How is that change even possible?!? I don't think I put that much mass into my body yesterday!"

Three weeks vacation in 'Murica followed by two months semi-lockdown has been very... generous to my waistline and overall weight. Very generous indeed.

 

I don't think so. Pretty sure gas and other fluids that old need to be
flushed and replaced.

 

I can say the same about a 5kw generator I haven't touched in twenty years.

 

TMW you realize something you told your wifey becomes prophesy fulfilled.

She was talking wistfully about celebrations' and holidays' declining state. My reply was, "It's the 21st century. Things like holidays and celebrations are going to be muted or passe."
My son has become completely detached from Graduation and related events, no interest at all. Come to think of it, this lockdown has reminded me that he's disdained his birthday the last two years.
Now I know why the gift of prophecy is a drag for the prophet.

 

Your wife is a Cassandra.

 

The whole prophecy thing has downgraded considerably. Be glad it's only a drag—Odin had to hang from the Tree of Life for a long time and lose an eye, and the only future he got to see was the deaths of all the gods. Everything just gets blander as we march forward, doesn't it?

 

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Yeow, I thought I was depressing. Live to watch the world die? Gee, I should write about that.

 

Prophetess and priestess of Apollo, who gave her the ability to see the future in an attempt to win her. On her refusal, the god added to his gift the curse that no one would ever believe her predictions. She was the daughter of Priam of Troy, and made many true prophecies regarding the Trojan War, but none were believed. She was considered insane. Of course, I meant no aspersions on your wife; my analogy only holds up in a general sense.

 

TMW your 1 year wedding anniversary is tomorrow.... and things have gotten so bad that the state has called in the National Guard and your husband has to be across the state by tomorrow morning....

 

I studied Hellenic World in college, and I should have known that reference. In this case, I'm the Cassandra except I'm already insane. So, no worries.
Since I'm writing about the end of the world, I should use more of those classic concepts.

 

Hey, until modern times with their fixation on materialism and rationality, madness was always considered very close to the visionary. When a person started showing signs of it, they'd be separated from the ordinary people and taken to the witch doctors or shamans for treatment, and would often become shamans themselves. Now we drug them to the gills and stick them in an institution.

 

I am drugged to the gills and stuck in the institution of my living room.

 

... Naked?

 

Good grief! I hope things will get better soon!

 

Don't use the word internet. Or Vodafone. Mine went off around 5pm on the 27th May. And I only managed to get back on this morning! No idea what happened or why, but I did get some sewing projects done in the downtime.