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Lemon, it's Tuesday
Hello, everybody! Hope this email finds everyone well.
Most of the conversations I’ve had over the last couple of weeks have involved some variation of the following:
“What day is it?”
“Sorry I was late, I thought it was Thursday.”
“What day is it again?”
Every day looks very much like the one before it, with few variations. We move around our various pre-claimed spaces in the apartment; we all eat the same leftovers for lunch most days. In the evenings we read or do crosswords or have our catchup zoom conversations in whatever room is quietest. We have dinner together and then watch TV together, usually one of the same three shows. We save new movies for the weekends to feel something different.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. I know this because my calendar tells me that’s the case - we have our team meetings Wednesday mornings. I also know this because we have decided that Wednesday is the day that my sister and I get to go to Target alone.
I’ve been thinking a lot over the last few days especially whether or not this sameness is a bad thing. Obviously it’s not a fun thing - none of this is fun, really, except the perfect replica of Ikea’s swedish meatballs my sister made from scratch last night for dinner. (It was delicious. You are jealous that you weren’t here to eat it.)
But it’s not necessarily a bad thing. This is an opportunity for me to see who I am outside of all the stuff I “do” in NYC - the social obligations and the shopping and the going out that feels required there is literally impossible now. Now there is literally nothing but time.
Rather than tell myself “There is nothing but time! You must be working all the time!” I’ve tried to develop a sense of rhythm for the day; a time to wake up, a time to sit down, a time to work, etc. I’m not always successful, but I have noticed the days that I close the computer at 6pm EST and go do something else are the days I sleep better. The days I get up and run and then eat breakfast before diving into work are days that I get more done.
I don’t want to be working all the time. Not now, not for the rest of my life. I want the quality of my work to be better; I want to be more consistent, and both of those are hard to come by right now.
The thing is, I have the feeling that everything is going to keep being hard for a while. So why not try to develop these qualities in whatever quantity I can, while I have the time? While I have the space to observe and reflect and move forward, even if I hit up against the boundaries of the apartment door?
All of this is to say: pay attention to yourself where you can, and pay attentions to the lessons your brain is trying to teach you even if you decide ultimately that they’re lessons you don’t want to learn.
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On Chicken Tenders by Helen Rosner (Guernica)
It takes more than one generation to develop the intricate root system of nostalgia that anchors the ballpark pastoral of hot dogs or nachos, the picket-fence vignette of fried bologna sandwiches, or the dusty-road Americana of a burger and an ice-cold Coke. Chicken tenders have no history, they have no metatext, they have no terroir.
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