Compared with “maximalism” or “bro summer” of the last couple years, this summer’s word is shaping up to be “unsettled.” What’s unsettling me? A list:
- Bedbugs (although I haven’t gotten a bite in two weeks!)
- My job security (not a great time to depend on public health funding)
- Thinking of moving and spending money, because job security
- Toby aging
- Thinking of moving and upsetting Toby’s routine, because aging kitty
- Millcreek Canyon being under construction
- Living under increasing fascism
Other than re-spraying insecticide every 21 days and calling off the house search, I really can’t control any of these things. I can’t even go touch grass/wade in the stream in my preferred canyon spot. Even MORE unsettling!
So I’m trying to just sit with it (ugh) and get myself out of the house when it feels TOO bad. Even a neighborhood walk has delights:











