Kiss Me, I’m Irish!

Monday and the time change. Why oh why!! It was also one windy SOB. My key gripe in life is the f***ing wind. Hate it. So when I was out & about on campus and beheld a small clutter of kids flying kites, I paused and watched them for a bit. They put to good use what I despised. The wind essential to their fun. I miss the simplicity of fun.

I listen to classical music every night. Or opera. It’s a new thing since the divorce. It’s beautiful. The movements. The grace. The warmth. I don’t think enough of us humans listen to the greats. It’s true beauty. What they say with their instruments. Art. It’s become my new sleep aid.

It was Spring Break on campus. So very quiet. It was 2 years ago that the world shutdown from the pandemic. It’s hard to think how much has happened in that time. What isolation does. It definitely had an negative affect on my wedding. I was stuck at home while Bekah was still trucking. Our shared weekends with friends basically ceased. Oh well, life moved on and so did we.

It gave me a friend in Yvette. One that I hardly knew before the shutdown. Before Jamie made a group text. Jamie and I grew closer, bonding over whatever BS was presented to us. Lots of needed phone talks. Isolation was lonely at times. I exercised, walking miles a day. Boy I miss that. What a crazy week it was. The talk going around. What was to happen. The toilet paper wars. I’m fairly certain I’ll relive that week every spring break. No way around it. What a ride.

Saint Patrick’s Day. What a day. I didn’t do anything. The last Patty’s Day I did was right before shit down with Bekah at the Penny. It was weird. No one wanted to really be close to each other. That’s was the last bar experience in over a year. I’m glad we went. I did make my own green beer.