Hello again from the Summer of Window Treatments. My made-in-the-USA (well, Alabama) custom curtains arrive tomorrow. We’ll have to install four curtain rods so please check back to find out if the result is success or divorce!
Today’s email from the Martha Stewart Hellmouth bore the subject line Why You Should Rearrange Your Furniture During COVID-19 and…I just. What. The theory is that rearranging your furniture helps to alleviate anxiety and like…does it though? I don’t ever want to rearrange my furniture. We already played this hellish game of Superfection once and I’m never doing it again if I can help it. This is the same reason I will stay in this house until I die or The Great Purge, whichever comes first.
Last night we ordered Indian food from our regular place for the first time since March. I feel bad that we did not support them (by stuffing our faces) more often but we were more focused on the places in our immediate neighborhood, plus, uh, Wine.com, which I have very passionately supported since mid-March. It was well worth the slightly longer drive and also they have improved their naan since we last met. Bonus!
I mentioned to a friend yesterday that my Amazon habit has been a bit out of control lately (we call this going HAMazon) and I need to put the brakes on it, stat. I feel as though I’ve undone all the good I tried to do by buying things from local people or at least smaller, less evil global conglomerates. Maybe my weekly farm share is still earning me good karma credits? Everything in moderation, I suppose, but it seems like a good time to be a cardboard box manufacturer and a bad time to be a tree.
Yesterday our governor held a televised address after canceling his by-now habitual 2 pm press conference the day before. At a minimum I expected him to announce a statewide mask mandate and possibly even shut down some businesses again, but essentially it was just “wear a mask or I will TURN THIS CAR AROUND.” I really do not want another shutdown, mostly because of how insane it will make the already-unstable people, but also because I think a lot of businesses really will not be able to survive it. I wish people could just go along to get along and not behave like spoiled children but I suppose that is too much to ask of The Land of the Free at this moment in time.
Last night I watched The Little Stranger and in spite of the presence of Domhnall Gleeson (does anyone else find it exceedingly embarrassing how many times Irish actors are asked to give a clinic on how to pronounce their names?) and Charlotte Rampling, the movie was just as lame as the book. Sorry, Little Stranger fans and I guess the author! The book is good up until the end and really if you don’t nail that part…it’s sort of a bust.
This seems like a good time to bring up that I never really feel like I nail the end of this newsletter, but that’s okay! We’re all doing our best in Pandemic Times and also I use up a lot of my Daily Care Units on work writing during the day. I only have so much to give!