The longer I stared, the more I felt like I had found myself in some other dimension. These may all be “Blockbuster movies,” but they were all just alien to me.
Tonight, Liz called me over to the kitchen and told me to listen. We heard what sounded like a group of people singing.
This morning we rented a U-Haul van, and made our way down to La Moille.
“No red balloons
Or shooting stars
There’s only blue
The sky started to get a really odd color, and there was a storm supposedly headed our way. But instead of the big downpour of rain I was expecting, I looked outside to see this enormous rainbow filling the sky.
Standing in line at Walgreen’s to pick up medication, I noticed something odd. There was a balloon near the register, but right above it… there was a small bit of paper, taped across the overhead light.
We’re both nearing the two weeks after our second shot, but we’ve been sequestered for so long… going out to eat anywhere still feels distant. I think it will take us a considerable amount of time before we feel comfortable doing something like that again.
There’s work to be done this year, and also things to be done that will take a few years to realize. But it’s been very interesting to hear her talk about the changes, and to watch her go about planning this whole new space.
Liz has been working to clean up the main hall windows. Tonight, I got to see an interesting side by side between two of them.
I’ve been able to get to 20 more than once (my high score is 6x). For Liz though, she’s gotten to 8. Something I’ve not come closed to.
The closest I’ve come to “Paris underground” is visiting the chalk caves at Taittinger. Which isn’t quite the same thing.
One of these days, it would be lovely to get back to Paris. And perhaps finally explore the official catacombs. Sans bike, of course.
I really do enjoy seeing experiments on the web. With the advent of social media, these types of projects are nice reminders that there can still be wonder online. That we can still explore and marvel at possibilities and combinations that don’t have anything to do with commerce. They feel like reminders not of the page or the site being viewed, but of the creators and the viewers. The people behind all those many screens.
My back got worse and worse, to the point where when I stood up… I’d need to do so slowly, and walk down to the second floor with my body curled like a comma. My back muscles were tender to the touch. I’m amazed that just a small bout of working bent over, resulted in all of this.
I took the day off work as a “recovery” day, after hearing a lot of reports that this second shot is what does people in. I expected flu-like symptoms, and to be more or less out of commission. I heard some people experience symptoms 10-12 hours after the shot, others 24+ hours.
On the way to my car, I couldn’t help but snap a photo of the line that began to form. This was closer to noon, and still wasn’t too bad all told. I expect the line gets longer, the later it gets in the day, but I doubt it ever gets as bad as when it first opened.