A thing I’ve started doing: when I get home from work, instead of immediately changing into PJ’s, I do any chores that need doing. Empty the dishwasher, put the trash out, do any dinner prep that can be done early. I’m extra motivated to knock it out because I want those shoes off.
Then I brush my teeth and wash my face right then, instead of waiting for bedtime. It’s amazing how much more pleasant my evenings are made by such small changes to routine.
Democrats won a bunch of suburban districts in 2018 including every other district with a subway in the entire mainland. (Tren Urbano in San Juan is pretty much a subway but I’m not counting Puerto Rico here because Jenniffer González can’t vote and I don’t completely get how PNP and the Republican Party align.) Anything that looks like a built-up city has basically abandoned the Republican Party and it’s hard to imagine any of this reversing itself anytime soon.
New toy I bought as a very early Christmas present for the boyfriend. I just realized while typing this that said boyfriend… doesn’t cook. I got played y'all.
Currently making a mashup of Kenji Lopez-Alt and Ina Garten’s beef stew recipes, but with lentils.
Oh no! I forgot that these recipes are written thinking of the white people bay leaves you buy at the grocery store which are almost entirely devoid of flavor. If you’re using the bay leaves you can buy by the pound at the desi grocer, three bay leaves is entirely too much!
Started as sad crying, went to angry crying, but yeah, there’s been a certain amount of crying
I remember how hollowed out I felt after Pulse. I can’t imagine how much worse it must feel to have the leader of our country using his platform to decry “globalists” (or whatever the equivalent dogwhistle term for queers would be) literally the same day.
To be honest, though, one thing I have noticed when upper middle class liberal people talk about money is they use the word “lucky” to forestall questions of systemic reward and punishment. As in, “I was lucky to graduate from school with no loans,” or “when I moved to New York City, I was lucky my family sent me $500/month to help with expenses,” as though anyone could have this good fortune by winning a coin toss or a roll of the dice, as though those dice aren’t v e r y loaded in this society. As though mere luck is all you need in this circumstance, when really a heaping dose of privilege gets you so much further.
you know how people say that money only makes you happy up to a certain dollar amount, and after that you’re just kind of the same level of unhappy regardless of whether you’re making 100k or 1 million? i think probably the richest any one person needs to be is rich enough to buy the pre-cut watermelon at the grocery store. don’t have to carry a ten pound melon home, don’t have to deal with the rind, don’t have to try and predict whether it’s ripe in there or garbage. paying $10 for pre-cut watermelon is the upper limit of luxury that any of us can ethically aspire to reach, i think. having more wealth than that is not morally justifiable. if you ask me.