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| New camera, who dis? Obviously still learning. 6.25.2020) |
The other day while doing my wake-up scroll I saw about six different friends writing some variation of "tell me something good." For some, it was being stuck creatively, for some it was missing human connections, for some it was just this existential sadness. I get it. I was feeling it, too. So much, in fact, that I even looked for answers in astrology and astronomy, something about Venus in retrograde or something. In my own house, sometimes we're a tight little family, and somehow the past couple weeks we've just started feeling like roommates. I'm up all night, Nova's up bright and shiny in the morning, and Darren falls between that, sometimes hanging out and sometimes finding a project to occupy his day in the studio. I'm only writing this because, as they say, sometimes admitting and identifying the problem is the first step. So today I asked D to fire up the grill and we proceeded to spend the entire afternoon into the night having a feast of a dinner with things from the freezer and refrigerator stockpiles. Fruit that would've otherwise gone bad in the little plastic containers became a beautiful fruit salad. Artichoke dip that would certainly be consumed as comfort eating in the late night hours provided a great appetizer for everyone. Hot links and a T-bone that wouldn't have survived much longer in the freezer became a great meal and tomorrow's tacos. So maybe like Antoni from Queer Eye always repeats, food is love. And we hung out and had actual conversations instead of passing grunts as we droop around the house and we'll get back to doing better. And we have to, because we're going to be almost entirely staying at home for a very, very long time. Today's news after the jump.
