How’s it going? My bicycle wounds are doing better. They still kinda bleed, but I can work well enough and like, shower. The bike is alright too, although the metal holding the night-light on snapped and now the perfectly functional light just kinda dangles. I didn’t notice this in midst of the ‘being injured’, but I’ll probably superglue it back on at some point. I am now scared of the bike.
Paris jumped into the neighbor’s backyard yesterday!! I want the boys inside permanently since the outdoor time is feeling too dangerous (Pearl’s trustworthy. She spends most of her time in a blanket fort under a garden chair). Mom’s trying to escape-proof the backyard, but I don’t trust either Paris or Achilles. Sigh… The things they get up to. Terrible boys. Cas came over for a few days and we had fun. First time I’ve watched anime in years. We picked blackberries and Mom made us a cobbler — so so good.
I’ve been trying to make art but have been experiencing a lot of anhedonia. Since finishing my last story I feel I’ve had nothing worth it to work on. I suppose these things oscillate, so we will wait for the next spark. After all, we are not robots.
It’s August now, I almost forgot. How fast July went. Being old means flying by the seat of your pants a bit. I’m going to do crafting with campers next week — a nice break from dishwashing. It’s good to keep in the artistic swing even when you’re not feeling it. I’ve been thinking a lot about art in the absence of pleasure and what the point is. My most general philosophy is that there’s no fundamental point to anything so do what you love. So I guess for now I will keep practicing the act of loving. Because God knows I am not going off these meds side-effects be dammed. I love you. Please be safe.
With love,
Alice
P. S. I hear Mom yelling at Paris outside. See what I mean? That boy needs to be inside.