Happy Friday, which is National Violin Day and National Cocoa Day.
I played the violin for a few years in elementary school. I quit before 7th grade because in middle school practice was before school and I didn’t want to ask to be driven to school early. Even at 12, it felt like an inconvenience. I also sucked at the violin.
I started violin in grade four. We young violinists had our lessons together in school once a week and my fellow students were so good at it and I was really really bad and I couldn’t understand why they were improving so much faster than I was. In sixth grade I found out that they all had private lessons in addition to our once a week school lesson and I did not. You learn about the class system pretty young.
This week WM and I both had a crummy cold. I’m 99% finished with it and he’s a day behind me. Because I’m me I took two Covid tests, both negative. I suppose I’ll be doing that at least for the next few years out of habit.
But this morning I braved the 29 degree (F) weather and went to a locally owned coffee shop to work. I stay for only about 3 hours (the length of the free parking) but it’s enough for me to get my weekly dose of people. We remote workers are ‘confined’ to a certain area because the shop doesn’t want us to take up all of the conversational spaces and I don’t mind that at all. Even though I don’t know the people working next to me, just being in a space with keyboards and mice clicking next to mine is enough to make me me feel part of a functioning society instead of a homebound hermit.
This weekend I decide if I’m baking cookies or not. If so, it’s going to be super scaled back, which breaks my heart but what can you do? Times change. I also have to write out the non-card swap holiday cards. As of today we only received four cards, and I guess that’s also a symbol of the changing times.
There’s no Friday 5 posted at this time so I hope Scrivener is okay and enjoying a day off from prompting us.
And I hope you have a lovely weekend. I think I’m going to indulge in some cocoa!
Amy is also scaling back her annual cookie bake and as of now we’ve only received three cards. I think maybe people just aren’t feeling it this year.
And maybe I just need to recalibrate how I share cookies. Before Covid I used to mail some out and bring them to the mechanic’s place, give them to the mail carrier.The family is small but the world is large, y’know?