I sign L up for swimming lessons. I do this at a particular swimming club because the rest of them are full up for the following month. (Swimming is a very popular activity in Anchorage.) I realize about a week after doing this that one particular person is in charge of the swimming club. This is a person who had, in the past, messaged me on Facebook messenger several years ago as though continuing a conversation - but I don't recall ever having a conversation with them. I never responded. He messaged me again, in a similar fashion two-to-three years later. I never messaged him back about that either. He comes through the drive-through the week before lessons are to start and awkwardly throws ones at me when he realizes who I am. And we? We are going to swim lessons every week with nary a word between us or eye contact. That's one fucking weird thing. Does this type of thing happen to you?
Otherwise, it's not very weird. Just post-election quiet. Just 60 more days of democracy. Hope everybody liked it while it lasted!
We were talking...around...talking politics at work and two people said that they don't think it's very professional.... But it's not very professional because it can devolve. If people can be respectful then it works. But...yeah. It's kind of beyond differing points of view and in some very dark territory at the moment.
And how do you have a conversation with somebody who doesn't see what the problem is? It's almost like...where and how do I begin? How is it not obvious? Maybe you don't want to have the conversation because it's not a conversation, it's you thinking I'm a crybaby because I'm terrified about the condition of the country! That's not a conversation, that's infantilizing another adult because they have feelings like a...person.
Anyway I (we?) have got to figure out what's happening next summer. There are only two sites in Alaska. While it's technically possible for me to get one of them, it doesn't seem very likely. If I don't, then it'll be somewhere in the Lower 48. So I'll need my Real ID and/or passport. And so will L, I guess? So then it will be down to whether S can get the house ready to go to try and rent out or whether I go with L and...maybe my mom? I feel like she might come with us? I'm not fucking leaving her. That's right off the table.
The future just keeps getting murkier. When I stop to think about it, one of the phrases I've seen written is: bad timeline. This is the bad timeline.
Maybe I missed my window. I do get glimpses of thing every now and again that lead me to believe that life still has some silver linings. Just...nobody talk to me about Nazis or America, please. I can't.
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