I got an ad for decorative books on one of my social media channels. Like, you can buy this bundle of books to zip up your decor. I’ve no idea if there are actual words inside of these books.
Am I the only person who finds this deeply offensive? I do like these colors, though. Would it be okay if I bought them and displayed them and insisted I find them deeply offensive but look how pretty? Would that be okay?
Speaking of pretty, I joined a seaglass appreciation page on Facebook. I’ve been joining a lot of pages on Facebook lately because I’ve been staying in. Harr. Again with that funny joke.
What I enjoy is half the time when you join a group, they make you fill out a questionnaire first, before you can be in their, you know, exclusive club on Facebook. I think the Facebook group (Face)Book of June has those Qs as well, but I can’t remember why. Although sometimes people will say something in there and I think, “You have no idea what Book of June is, so you? Why did you join this group?”
“June, are you married?”
“Haha. That’s funny. Do you like sports, June?”
“June, why don’t you get Edsel a puppy?”
Anyway, the point is, when Facebook groups present me with those hard-hitting questions, I try to offer as ridiculous an answer as possible. “Why do you want to join I Heart ’40s design?” “Because I adore a clean, modern, stark, minimal look.” I mean, if you’re going to insist I answer a question, at least ask a thoughtful one.
How are all y’all all doing, anyway? I’m sort of okay.
The weekend before my surgery (“Did you ever have surgery, JOOON?”) I went to our mall here–it’s one of those outdoor situations where you go into one store then have to go outside again to get to the next shop. I was bustling about, getting comfortable things to convalesce in, finding things to keep myself amused whilst I lay about. At the time, I assumed I’d be out for two weeks and wanted to stock self up accordingly.
Here I am 409 weeks later and I still haven’t colored all my coloring books.
My point is, at one point in all my bustling about at that mall, I got some coffee and sat in my car. It was sort of chilly out, so I drank my coffee there, in front of Old Navy, to perk myself up before I continued shopping.
Did you ever get just a rush of happy for no reason? I got one of those there, in my car, drinking coffee in front of Old Navy. One might suggest it was a rush of caffeine, but I no longer get those. I just drink it to keep from getting sick now, the addiction is so deep.
That was the last time I was in a crowd, in public, without a care in the world other than thinking I was going to have some minor surgery that’d put me out for two weeks. I wasn’t worried about that part at all. That was my last venture out. Who knows when I’ll venture out in a crowd again?
I see on social media people saying they’re getting together with friends or traveling here and there or even just idly shopping and I can’t imagine. I’d be nervous as a cat if I did any of that. And I don’t even have anyone to worry about coming home and giving it to!
The thing I miss most about living in LA is the places I used to go to. I want you to brace yourself, but there was an old movie theater I adored. (“Do you like old things, JOOOOON?”) There was also a long drive I used to take, down Sunset, all the way to this cool restaurant way up in the hills. That’s the stuff I miss. The places. I suppose that makes me unsociable but it’s the truth.
And that’s what I miss now, too. Places. Going to my old movie theater here. Going to the country to get ice cream. The place I get strawberries. Kit’s store.
All my activities involve old things and eating.
Anyway, I hate change. I hate not being able to just go out and pop into Old Navy without spending two weeks afterward monitoring every cough. I’m doing it, because my need to shop does not supersede my desire to not spread illness or take up a hospital bed. But I hate it.
So that’s why I ask. How you doing? What do you miss?