pants-legs of time

[dancing_crow]

Well - we have I have now reached the part of my calendar where the things that were going to happen are. The last two weeks felt like an endless parade of cancellations and postponements and additional cancellations; now we are into the territory of things that would have happened. Like an alternate pants-leg of time. Old me is finishing up the Small Engine Repair class, and getting ready for a printmaking class. Old Alice is in New Zealand, and will be joining her ship tomorrow. I am fine here and now doing my isolation/plague/social distancing thing until I think about it too hard, or look at the calendar and see the things I forgot to delete from it and I get this hideous pang of emotion that trips me up every time. It is a different kind of misery sorrow sadness feeling, and I am working on thinking about it.


I think I need to reread some Pratchett. Jingo leaps to mind. As do most of the rest of the City Watch books. Good reading for troubled times. That should all be capitalized, you know.

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[clevermanka]

The last two weeks felt like an endless parade of cancellations and postponements and additional cancellations; now we are into the territory of things that would have happened.
This is an excellent observation and one I hadn't really thought of. Ooof. Hard.

Have you read this article on anticipatory grief?

[dancing_crow]

I did read that article and it made very little sense to me. The whole "theory of grieving" is pretty much woo-based woo, and no part of it felt like it really deals with coping strategies except for the basic ones; move your body, do something for yourself, do something for someone else, don't borrow trouble.

At any rate, it did not speak to me?

[clevermanka]

I guess this is where I admit I didn't read further than the introduction? /o\