So. I’m feeling a bit closed down these days. Sweet pea had a little procedure to remove a cyst and she’s been on pain killers and has to wear a t shirt so she doesn’t scratch it, so she has been downright subdued and then the atmosphere looks so weird from the Canadian wildfires that I want to hide under the covers. Also, the husband. I just feel terror when he is in the room. He is so weak. He is so confused. I just don’t know how he is still with us. Also, his pretending that everything is as it should be is starting to drive me mad. As is this mother Fucking covid bullshit. I can’t believe the world is still here with this danger looming overhead that everyone is pretending doesn’t exist.
Anyways, this is what I shared with my high school reunion committee friends: I have a Harold and Maude story. I saw it for the first time as a freshman at Tech College. They used to show movies on campus. I was surrounded by engineering students. My friend brought me to it and really hyped it up and it was one of those movie experiences where I was so deep into the movie that I completely forgot I was a person in the theater - like I was literally in the movie and at the very end I cracked up and started laughing like a hysterical person from the build up of tension or something and, yeah it was not the appropriate reaction. People knew who I was afterwards. I’d get stopped on campus. “We’re you the girl sitting in the back at Harold and Maude?” Yes. Yes I was. That was me.