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I’m slowly getting a grasp on what I’m doing, very very slowly. There are decisions that I’m having to make now that I should have made a month, two months ago but if I can claw my way through the politics essay then at least that will be something. I want to do an essay on female genital mutilation but I’m waiting for the title to be approved.
We cast the play, and then spent the weekend going to the market, eating lasagne on the balcony of the cafe, reading bits of the paper, and lolling lazily in bed. I wonder why it is that we don’t go out that much but then going out usually involves a disorientating influx of people to our little world. Alex and Kate are back and chirpy. I baked banana bread and flapjacks, and am edging slowly back to where I was. Tinu and I sprawled on the Pavilion grass and people-watched, and played word games, and all the other things that word obsessives do. She’s wonderful and often our talk sounds like a bad romcom but possibly the consciousness of this cringeworthy fact makes it excusable. I feel much better. This is a much simpler pleasure- not as clogged with complication as it would be, and not steeped with any feelings of inadequacy or pressure. In the meeting house today, Katherine said of Alex and Kate 'wow, three years? I can't imagine not getting bored', and I felt myself understanding how you can function with the constant attachment of somebody else. It's a little too good not to be scary, but we'll see what happens.
We cast the play, and then spent the weekend going to the market, eating lasagne on the balcony of the cafe, reading bits of the paper, and lolling lazily in bed. I wonder why it is that we don’t go out that much but then going out usually involves a disorientating influx of people to our little world. Alex and Kate are back and chirpy. I baked banana bread and flapjacks, and am edging slowly back to where I was. Tinu and I sprawled on the Pavilion grass and people-watched, and played word games, and all the other things that word obsessives do. She’s wonderful and often our talk sounds like a bad romcom but possibly the consciousness of this cringeworthy fact makes it excusable. I feel much better. This is a much simpler pleasure- not as clogged with complication as it would be, and not steeped with any feelings of inadequacy or pressure. In the meeting house today, Katherine said of Alex and Kate 'wow, three years? I can't imagine not getting bored', and I felt myself understanding how you can function with the constant attachment of somebody else. It's a little too good not to be scary, but we'll see what happens.