Cruelty

My appointment with my therapist was just me raging about how awful people are. How bad at math, science and logistics they are. How indifferent and arrogant. How cruel.

I couldn’t possibly be affected by this, they say. It’s just them.

US.

Follow a boy with candy or a man jogging, shoot him dead and go on about your day as if you did nothing more than slap a mosquito. Kneel on a man’s neck, and let your face relax as if in meditation. Try to get a man killed because you don’t want to leash your dog.

“It's just that he does not seem to understand that cruelty is possible, with us.” - N.K. Jemisin, The Stone Sky

Long Weekend

People have taken to having picnics on blankets like the Seurat painting, not nearly 6ft apart. It’s cute.

I wanted it to rain all weekend. I wanted the weather to agree with my sadness. Instead the sun was bright and cheery, and people came out. It gets more crowded each Sunday for the Farmers’ Market. The Park wasn’t packed like Before, but it was full.

So few masks.

Groceries

Cereal is delicious. I’ve been buying this organic faux Chex cereal from the Hippies (Wheatsville) since just pre-quarantine. I hadn’t bought a box of cereal in at least 10 years. Possibly more. I can’t get over how good it is.

I used to love cereal when I was a kid when mostly sugar cereals like Cap N Crunch and Frosted Flakes and Fruit Loops dominated. You would get up all by yourself, get a bowl of cereal, lay belly down, bowl in front of you to watch Saturday morning cartoons.

I’m sure I stopped eating cereal, even the ‘serious’ cereals like multi-grain Chex and Cheerios because of carbs. I got two new boxes. But I won’t eat them until the Covid cooties die from the boxes. I won’t open them for at least 48 hours, even though a rash of stories on the CDC’s report that claims Covid “does not spread easily” on surfaces or objects.

Easily. This article is not reassuring.