Even my clothing is coming at me with the questions. (That's what I get for shopping at REI.) Am I supposed to mull over this when I'm hiking? Or, more likely, when I'm doing laundry? That's the only time I read a clothing tag.
Slow day today. I went to the supermarket early, because I find it much less stressful than later in the day, although the cashier did serve me attitude for buying Johnnie Walker Black at 7:30 a.m. (It was not the only item I purchased.) Then Adam and I took a hike; I made a salad of snow peas, walnuts, and provolone for lunch; and we dug around the boxes in the garage to see if we could locate the hardware from the house we used to own here, to no avail. Living in a house without much hardware is a pain, but we're sure it must be in the garage somewhere, in a box jammed behind furniture, so we don't buy anything new.
In the afternoon, I baked granola. We go through a lot of it. Adam likes to eat it as a snack, pouring some in a little glass bowl and dabbing at it with his tongue, like a cat drinking water. Because the bowl is glass, I can see the tongue dip into the granola and retract. And I get to see it because he often stands in front of me, blank-faced, as he performs this act. I don't know why that is, but I suspect it's akin to how the pug would sleep with some part of his body on mine, so that he could keep track of me while his attention was elsewhere, in case I did something involving food.
Hiking, yoga, homemade granola, athleisure from REI.... This chapter would appear to be "The Bobo Years." It's nothing to complain about, for sure, but I need to accomplish things—more than making granola—on a regular basis, or I feel like I'm treading water. Not coincidentally, tomorrow I'm signed up to help the Montecito Trails Foundation on its Trailwork Tuesday, when volunteers pitch in to repair storm-damaged trails. Our real estate broker's husband said it was the hardest work he had done in his entire life, so that's something to look forward to.
P.S. We now subscribe to the New York Times in print, because we found that we weren't keeping up with the news, and it's been amusing to see how studios try to appeal to the older Academy Awards voters who read the Times in print. For BlacKKKlansman (ugh, that title), there's a photo of Harry Belafonte, along with a quote about how important the movie is. (We gave up on it halfway through. Watching it was like being beaten with a blunt instrument: "Racism is bad" might as well have flashed on the screen the entire time.) And for The Favourite, Fox Searchlight has been running stills for weeks spotlighting the three female stars, but never as a pair. Instead, they're always of one with a man, even though men are the most minor of characters. Is it to assuage fears that potential voters might have about a movie involving lesbianism?
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