When last we met, I joked about this newsletter possibly going from biweekly to monthly, but that was three months ago, so I guess there is no schedule anymore?
It is lovely to see you in my In box again, Teresa. You are welcome anytime you want to write! My own ostensibly monthly-ish newsletter hasn't had an update in 4 months but I'm working on something now so maybe yours will inspire me to just get the dang thing out. All this to say YES to time collapsing. I unfortunately am also dealing with my father's slide into dementia which is its own crazymaking ride of not-fun-house mirror distortion.
Plus we're re-flooring and re-painting our house which means boxing up all the books in the bookshelves as well as all the stuff in the nooks and crannies of the closets and stashing them in the garage or a POD in the driveway. Touching all the mementos and objects and books triggers memories but there's not a lot of time to sort through them at present so into the boxes they go. Nostalgia is a weird thing. There's something telling that the shirt you replaced is from a tour that was also a nostalgia tour. Are we getting nostalgia for our nostalgia? My head hurts—maybe time for a nap.
Nostalgia for nostalgia! I can't believe I didn't put that together. You blew my mind, Louise! I'm sorry you've got such a heavy load right now, but I'm rooting for you. 💖
It is lovely to see you in my In box again, Teresa. You are welcome anytime you want to write! My own ostensibly monthly-ish newsletter hasn't had an update in 4 months but I'm working on something now so maybe yours will inspire me to just get the dang thing out. All this to say YES to time collapsing. I unfortunately am also dealing with my father's slide into dementia which is its own crazymaking ride of not-fun-house mirror distortion.
Plus we're re-flooring and re-painting our house which means boxing up all the books in the bookshelves as well as all the stuff in the nooks and crannies of the closets and stashing them in the garage or a POD in the driveway. Touching all the mementos and objects and books triggers memories but there's not a lot of time to sort through them at present so into the boxes they go. Nostalgia is a weird thing. There's something telling that the shirt you replaced is from a tour that was also a nostalgia tour. Are we getting nostalgia for our nostalgia? My head hurts—maybe time for a nap.
Nostalgia for nostalgia! I can't believe I didn't put that together. You blew my mind, Louise! I'm sorry you've got such a heavy load right now, but I'm rooting for you. 💖