
Everything embedded in the walls now.
No gods, no kings, no billionaires
The electricians were round, and a fellow came and drilled a large hole through the outside wall for the new extractor fan. This is pretty cool, because it shows us what kind of insulation we have between the inner and outer walls. Given that the house was built in 1993, I was pretty sure there would be some kind of insulation, but I didn’t know what it would be.
Fiona and Abi are off at a Halloween Fright Night at Walibi World in Harderwijk. They both got dressed up for the occasion. Fiona suffers from back pain when she walks long distances. She has a set of stays that help a bit, but they’re in Scotland. Abi spent yesterday sewing a new pair from fabric she had lying around, and zip ties, which apparently have excellent rigid yet flexible properties for support.
Yeah, it’s been a while. My notes document where I track all of this first got big, then got oppressive. You know when you leave a chore for so long that you dread tackling it? And you have to figure out what feels worse, the guilt of ignoring it for so long, or the work involved in getting down to it. It’s not like I’m contractually obliged to keep track of my media consumption; I do this to myself. This is why I’m often wary of “traditions”. You do something fun or nice once, and it feels good. You do it a second time to recapture the vibe. Do it a third time, and it becomes an expectation.
(Whose expectation? My own? That of other people? Of the unrealistic perception I have of other people?)
Books
Films
Episodic Video (“TV”)
Okay, backlog cleared. That wasn’t so bad. But still don’t want to let it get so long again. Promises, promises…
In New York and New Jersey in September, I was surprised by how many people were still masking. And not just indoors, but outdoors as well. It wasn’t a majority of the people, to be sure, but it was a decent proportion. On the PATH trains the majority of people wore coverings.
Here in Oostzaan, masking is effectively at zero. I confess that I didn’t wear a mask when I went to pick up Fiona from Schiphol on Thursday. I forgot. I felt bad. I was masked up when I went shopping this afternoon, though, and for the first time in ages someone threw a negative comment at me. “Trek toch dat mondkapje af,” (“Just take off the mask”) a man said as he passed me in one aisle. I ignored him.
Yeah, nah. The Dutch public health authorities have scaled way back on tracking and reporting. The dashboards are only being updated a couple of times a week, and only selective parts of them. At least they acknowledge that “de najaarsgolf is begonnen.” (The autumn wave has started.) The waste water analysis charts probably paint the most reliable overall picture right now, and it’s not exactly rosy.
Still, my behaviour is different now than at earlier points along that chart. I may be taking more risks now than before, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take all the risks.