Weekend Report

The world in general continues to be on fire, but my own life is currently tolerable. I’ve been at [new job] three months and my benefits have kicked in, so I took Thursday and Andrew and I went for dental check-ups for the first time in about a year-and-a half. I’ll have to go back next month for at least one filling, but all in all our mouths don’t seem to be in as dire a condition as Andrew’s OCD has been whispering. Saturday I got him one of those sproingy office-chair pads from the dollar store to replace the cushion he used to take on public transit, and which we’d left on a bus on Thursday. So far, under living-room conditions, he reports that it’s very comfortable; and it will certainly be lighter to carry. I also bought a scarf at the dollar store which I have made into a sleeveless blouse. And during the trip I sat on a bench and fed some unsalted sunflower seeds to a pigeon. Just one— the rest of the flock were across the street but didn’t seem to notice. “It’ll be our secret,” I said as he scarfed seeds from my hand (I had disinfected hand wipes in my purse if you’re worried). Phoned my parents last night to wish Dad a happy Fathers’ Day, though as usual Mom did most of the talking. Dad complained that his voice sounded different— it is slightly higher, but for the first time in several years I could hear him over the phone, which seems like a decent trade-off.